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Can I have your name, please?

Belinda Gilroy. Why?

Bandit!

Hey!

Oh, can I get your name, son?

Jerry Royce. Bandit!

Hello?

And another.

Excuse me. Could I get your name?

Why do you need to know?

Please.

Leonard Drexel.

Dr. Philip Zachary.

Dr. Amanda Bentley. And what is this all about?

Hold your damn horses.

Right now, I'm the one who's dying here.

Did you get all their names? Yes, Mr. Hemmings. We now have five on the list.

We'll take it from here. They got Boy Scouts performing surgery these days?

What's your name?

Jesse Travis. Dr. Jesse Travis.

I'm making an even half dozen.

My money's on this little baby face.

Who'd ever suspect him of being a cold -hearted killer?

I'll see you after the surgery, sir.

Do the paddle.

Clear.

Charge 300.

Charge 300.

Clear.

Called it.

10 -37.

I'm terribly sorry. We did everything we could, but I'm afraid we lost your

friend.

Congratulations, Doctor... Oh, um, Travis.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself here. I just... I said that, um,

friend died.

Oh, Mr. Hemmings was not my friend.

He was my client.

Mr. Hemmings had no friends.

It's not my intention to speak ill of the dead. I'm merely well -stating a

That's why he chose to leave his fortune to strangers, one of whom is you.

I'm in his will?

Oh, indeed you are, yes.

Along with Jerry Royce, Linda Gilroy, Dr. Philip Zachary, Leonard Drexel, and

Amanda Bentley.

Amanda's in it, too?

I don't know how much it comes to, but I can only assume it's a sizable sum.

Mr. Hemmings always lived extremely well.

That's weird.

A guy leaves all his money to six strangers?

Yes, well, that's the sticking point, isn't it? You see, under the terms of

Hemmings' will...

Only one of six will inherit.

And the rest of us?

You'll be dead.

I am so sick of interviewing for a secretary.

I don't think you have enough room in this rat's nest for a secretary. Rat's

nest? This place is a museum. This is living history in here. I could sell

tickets. This place is booby -trapped. You should sell insurance.

What numbskull had the idea of me getting a secretary anyway?

Oh, yeah, it was me, but I've learned my lesson this time. I've got three more

interviews, and that is it.

I gotta go. I gotta see a lawyer about a will.

Mr. Oscar Hemmings, your benefactor.

Oh, odd calling him that.

If ever there was a less beneficent man than the late Mr. Hemmings, I've

certainly... How much?

How much did he leave us?

I have a class to get to.

Unless now I'm so rich, I don't have to worry about such things.

The more important question at this point is not how much he left you.

But in what form?

What does that mean?

Sorry.

Mr. Hemmings was a misanthrope.

A cynic.

A man who'd soured on the human race long before some of you were born.

When the time came to draw up his will, knowing that Mr. Hemmings had never

married, I suggested that he leave his fortune to charity. But I should have

guessed, you know, he despised charities.

Didn't he have any relatives?

Well, he thought he might have a distant cousin or two, but...

He held relatives in even greater disdain than he did charities.

Why did he leave it to us?

Well, actually, he didn't.

He left it to only one of you.

The survivor.

In short, he left his entire estate in the form of a tantine. A what?

A tantine is a form of legacy devised by an Italian banker by the name of

Lorenzo Tanti, whereby only the participant, who is the final survivor,

inherits anything.

How did Mr. Hemmings gain his wealth in the first place?

Animal traps.

Makes sense.

Why would he do something like this?

Well, feeling as he did about the human race, Mr. Hemmings was certain that as

soon as a group of people realized only one of them would be getting their hands

on his money, well, that they would start killing each other off.

That's stupid. Obviously, the last man left standing is the killer.

I'm sorry I never got to know the old guy. I think we might have gotten along.

I thought all wills began being a sound mind.

I think it's what the rich call being eccentric.

I don't care what they call it. Please take my name off the tontine at once.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible, Dr. Bentley.

I have no authority to alter the terms of the tontine.

But of course, if you should inherit, there are no restrictions on how the

is to be spent.

You're perfectly free to give it all to charity.

That is, if you can sidestep the electric chair.

I say, let the games begin.

According to this resume, you don't seem to have any secretarial skills, Mr.

Hobson. Such as?

Typing, shorthand, filing.

I can make coffee.

Plus, the important thing is I'll work cheap.

Well, I'm afraid that isn't the question here.

You see, Doc, I got connections at all the tabloids. What I really need here is

a base of operations.

I beg your pardon?

Working at Community General, I'll be in the know every time a celebrity comes

in for a nose job, a tummy tuck, or suffering from a drug overdose.

Get out. You got the wrong idea.

No one ever accused Dwayne Hobson of being greedy.

I'm talking 50 -50, and I'm talking some serious money.

Best of all, it all goes unreported, so the IRS... Out.

When you say out, do you mean out, or is that a negotiating ploy?

And the next one was even worse.

I'm starting to believe. A picture of a female Don Knotts.

Her name was Mrs. Krause.

And she started out by informing me she doesn't work nights or weekends.

And I said, that'll be fine. Then she went on to say that she didn't work on

day that started with a T.

Tuesdays and Thursdays. Yes. And when I asked her why, she said she was not at

liberty to tell me.

And when I said why, she zipped her lips.

Do you know if this job with Dr. Sloan is still open? Yes, I think he's still

holding interviews.

Thank you. Good luck.

Don't hurt me! You are so demented.

How is it that a man who's devoted his entire life to saving lives turns around

and sanctions this taunting business?

It's sick.

Saving lives is what I'm good at. God knows it pays well. That doesn't make me

Mother Teresa.

First you're born, then you die.

See, you better get your laughs where you can.

I, for one, find this whole tontine business amusing as hell.

You're just as bad as Hemings. Hey, listen, I don't know what you're griping

about. I've handicapped this little contest of ours. What?

Based on age, weight, gender, and homicidal tendencies, and I'd say you

far better chance than I do of collecting the loot. I don't believe

there are variables that I don't know, but based strictly on age, I'd say the

kid's the odds -on favorite, followed by the nurse.

Then when we get to you and Travis, I don't know, you get the little...

but I'm going to give you the edge because one, women live longer, and two,

Travis drives a rocket ship that goes from zero to 60 in about three seconds.

As for me and Drexel...

Hey,

hey, hey, are you kidding?

Are you a bull?

Well, I might learn. It's a good exercise.

Yeah, so I've heard.

And I do fly kites.

A little bit of glue.

That's the trouble with the world today. Something gets a little bit of wear and

tear on it, and it's out.

And I thought we were finally going to clean this place up.

That's what we're doing.

Surely we can toss that out.

That's Norman.

Yep.

So, uh, how's the hunt for the new secretary going?

Come in.

Pardon me, are you Dr. Sloan? Yes, come on in.

Are you still looking for a secretary?

Well, I was.

I'm too late. You've hired someone.

No, he hasn't.

Actually, I had kind of decided maybe I didn't need a secretary.

Oh. Well, that was only because the search had become hopeless, right, Dad?

Have you met your agent, my son, Steve?

Ingrid Thurston.

Thanks. I need all the help I can get.

You have a resume, Miss Thurston?

I'm afraid my resume consists of a degree from Oregon State, having majored

English Lit.

I have very few marketable skills. I can type fairly well, and I'm sure I could

learn to file.

But when it comes to computers, I'm a complete dunce.

Well, that's all right. My dad's a whiz. He can teach you.

He could?

Mm -hmm.

Does that mean I'm hired?

Um,

yes, I guess you are.

Gee, the competition must have been really awful.

Actually, all you really had to do was promise not to invade Czechoslovakia.

Is it your neck?

It's country.

What?

You are so tense.

You've got knots the size of golf balls in there.

You don't have to do that. It really doesn't fit the job description.

Maybe not, but believe me, I'm better at this than at shorthand.

Well, I'll leave you two alone to get better acquainted.

Nice meeting you, Miss Thurston.

Ingrid.

Well, obviously, I'm leaving you in good hands.

Thanks, Steve.

That's a nice perfume you're wearing.

Emerald Rhapsody.

There's an explosion in the biochem lab.

Well, such a large explosion.

It's amazing only one person died.

You don't think it's strange that that one person was Jerry Royce?

There is such a thing as bad luck.

His bad luck began when that crackpot put him in his will.

You think Royce was murdered?

No way.

Hamming's predicted that his heirs would begin dying under mysterious

circumstances.

Man, if you're trying to scare me, it's not working.

So you figure it's a coincidence?

I just think that we should wait to see what the arson investigators say.

We gotta go.

See ya.

Is that possibly the faint aroma of burnt almond?

Oh, what the heck.

You only live once.

Cheated death again.

You're such an idiot.

Hey, I don't know why you're getting your pantyhose into a knot.

After all, with young Royce out of the way, you moved up a rung.

According to my calculations, you're definitely no worse than third.

Dr. Zachary, do I need to remind you that a young man, a medical student,

this morning? This is hardly the occasion for bad jokes and insensitive

wisecracks. Oh, doctor, I love it when you chastise me.

Dr. Spock, you're just the man I wanted to see. Mr. Drexel, what can I do for

you? You can tell me the truth.

How long before you kick my wife out of this hospital?

We have the HMO from hell. Dandy outfit till you get sick.

No one's getting booted up anywhere.

Your wife's staying right in that room until she's completely recovered from

pneumonia. You promise?

You've got my word on it.

Well, you added, would you ask the HMO if they would pay for a corneal

transplant?

Wish I could.

Woman's 54 years old, so naturally the HMO will cover pregnancy.

But not blindness.

Sorry.

Hi, Jesse.

Hi, Mark.

Steve, you do realize your dad is not like the other dads.

Hey, more refreshing than a nap.

Hey, hey, hey. Yeah, Norma's getting awful lonely in there. But a lot of this

stuff is one of a kind, very valuable, and someday it's going to be yours.

What's the word on the explosion?

According to the preliminary reports, it was an accident.

Well, proving that tontine isn't all bad, I've got a date with Belinda.

Belinda? Belinda Gilroy. She's one of the heirs. She works in the O .R. and I

never noticed her until now. She's gorgeous.

And just what do two heirs do on a date?

What do you think? We go to Barbecue Bob's.

It's Monday. We're closed.

Yeah, exactly.

Women go nuts over guys that cook for them. Am I right about that?

Absolutely.

Don't forget candles.

Candles. That's nice. Good touch.

Oh, Jess, one piece of advice.

Advice? You can give me advice.

When you finish dinner, don't automatically handle the check.

You're never going to let me live that down, are you?

Once I took up with Herman and became a motorcycle mama with the road vipers, my

folks disowned me.

Typical. You were a motorcycle mama?

Just for a few years.

How'd you become a nurse?

Well, I was coming up for sentencing.

And the judge said to me, you know, cops, they take one look at your tattoos

they think they know a person.

Tattoos. Oh, you want to see them? No.

I mean, you know, yeah. Let me just clean up. I'm going to clean up.

Are you sure I can't tempt you?

Yeah, I better not. I'm on call.

Who'd have guessed I'd wind up dating some fancy doctor?

If the road boppers could see me now.

Hurry back, sweetie. I've never done it in a barbecue joint before.

Yes, I did.

But not in California.

Linda?

Poison, we ate the same thing.

It was the wine.

That's impossible. I bought that wine yesterday when I bought the candle.

Where did you keep it?

In my locker, locked up. The only time it wasn't locked is when it was next to

me, in my car, on my way to the restaurant.

Could there have been something wrong with the wine itself?

Forensics found a tiny puncture mark in the foil and the cork. Looks like a

hypodermic was used to introduce the lethal agent into the bottle.

Lethal agent? Was it poison or wasn't it? They're still checking on that. So

far, they've only managed to eliminate the obvious ones.

I'm going to kill him.

Dr. Zachary? Well, I'm going to kill him. And after I show this to them, not

jury will ever convict me.

All right, look, you've got to calm down. Calm down? I will calm down after

kill him.

Let's talk to Mark first.

Then I can kill him? It's a plan.

Calling a lawyer. We're getting out of this.

You have every right to be angry, but you don't know for sure that Dr. Zachary

put this in your mail slot. A magazine ad for a cemetery with my name on the

tombstone. Not to mention photographs of my children's faces pasted on the heads

of the mourners.

It's just terrible.

Yeah. But before you go off half -cocked, you've got to be sure you know

it. Oh, I am.

Amanda, at this point, you haven't got enough evidence to know that for sure.

Now calm down.

We'll get to the bottom of this. And when we do, I know what we'll find.

Jesse. Now that a second heir has died, do you really think it was a coincidence

that Jerry Royce was the only person who was killed in that blast?

There's a lawyer for you that can't even be on time for a meeting in his own

damn office.

Well, Zachary's not here yet either.

Probably out robbing a poor box somewhere.

Sorry to be tardy, but I have a good excuse.

Since we're all a little closer to being rich, I thought I'd bring a little

something to help us celebrate.

Care for a glass, Travis? I believe you're familiar with the vintage.

I ought to bring you up on charts. I see that you didn't bring a bottle for

yourself.

I don't drink.

So, why are we here, anyway?

I requested this meeting.

I'm proposing that we divide the estate into four equal shares.

I agree.

Well, according to Bendix, the terms of the tontine are inviolate.

The idea of us sharing goes not only against the letter of Mr. Hemings' will,

but its spirit.

So we'll step aside and let the state have everything.

Yeah, right.

What's California ever done for me?

I have no intention of signing off. I haven't had this much fun in years.

On top of which, I'm beginning to like my odds.

All I need is for two of you to croak, one to get arrested for murder, and I'm

home free.

You're nuts.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I'll be prepared to step aside and let the state have everything on one simple

condition. And what's that?

If Mr. Drexel agrees, I'll agree.

Well, Mr. Drexel, how about it?

What do you say?

What's so funny?

You and Travis are such a pair of goody goodies. You think everybody's like you.

Don't you realize Mr. Drexel has the best reason of all to kill us and claim

tontine?

His wife needs a corneal transplant if she's ever going to see again.

You have any idea how much one of those operations costs?

So how about it, Mr. Drexel?

You want to surrender your claim to the tontine?

No.

You know, I really had no idea what I was missing until I got on the Internet.

No matter what subject you're interested in, you'll find it all in there.

There's a good reason they call it the information highway.

If it's a highway, I'm roadkill, Dr. Sloan.

I'll never get the hang of it.

As long as I'm back here, though, I should make myself useful.

I'm feeling kinked.

Oh, Ingrid, un -kinking me is really above and beyond your job description.

No, really, I am so relaxed. If I was any more relaxed, you'd have to...

Take my vital signs.

Let me run you through this once more, okay?

Now, this is how you search for information on the Internet.

Hi.

Your father has kinks.

I'd really rather not hear about them.

She means I'm tense.

I knew that. I know you knew that.

Here's something you didn't know.

Forensics ID the mysterious ingredient in a Bordeaux.

You've heard of Zarkwin? Yeah, it's an antidepressant.

You were looking for a lethal concoction, and that's it.

Yes, a massive dose of zircon mixed with red wine can cause a fatal stroke.

Who'd know that?

Any doctor would know that.

Zachary's a doctor.

How could he have gotten the wine?

I mean, it was either locked up or it was in my possession from the time I

bought it.

Somebody doctored that bottle of wine. And I know the doctor.

It's an insensitive pain in the neck, but frankly, I have a hard time

Dr. Zachary as a cold -blooded killer.

Why, because he's a doctor?

Well, if he was the killer, do you think he'd be really walking around here

twirling his mustache like a villain from an old movie?

Okay, so because he's acting like a killer, we're supposed to believe that

not? I think that's precisely why he's acting that way.

Whoever put the dark one in the wine, that was no random act. That person

Belinda dead and me too.

I've got to meet the investigators back at the biochem lab.

I've got to take another look at that explosion.

I'm betting that they'll discover that was no accident.

Are you totally insane?

Lighten up.

I'm bringing you up on charges, Zachary. I'm going to see to it that you lose

your privileges to practice here at Community General. You know what your

problem is, Bentley?

No sense of humor.

No sense of humor.

No sense of humor.

You don't have to do that.

You have to keep your strength up.

Besides, when you don't have the world's greatest secretarial skills, you have

to ground it up the other way to be useful.

I'm telling you, they could make buildings out of this stuff.

Booey. Want one?

You have to keep your strength up. I have to watch my waistline.

I think it's awful about the tontine.

You know about that?

That's all the nurses are talking about. Somebody, I think Dr.

Zachary, even started a hospital pool.

That's terrible.

Mark, may I have a word with you? Oh, excuse me.

Oh, uh, Ingrid, could you excuse us a moment?

I've been doing some research.

You'll never believe what I discovered about Dr. Zachary.

He's not an earthling.

That's a given.

No, I discovered, thanks to Community General's computerized personnel files,

that Dr. Zachary is depressive.

He has a prescription for Zarquin?

Bingo. That's why he said he didn't drink when he brought the Bordeaux to

attorney's office.

He knew all too well what would happen if he mixed wine with a Zarquin.

I think it's time I had a little talk with Dr.

Zachary.

Dr.

Blunt?

Dr. Zachary?

First the student, then the nurse, now the doctor.

Mr. Hemmings must be cackling in his grave.

What an odd duck.

Imagine leaving all your money to six strangers.

One stranger.

Three down and three of us left.

Three down, but that's as far as it's going to go.

From now on, you'll all be under police protection.

Who do you think you're kidding?

What do you mean?

It doesn't take an Einstein to understand that I'm your number one

But it's just not true, Mr. Drexel. Of course it is.

I'm the outsider here, and as Zachary pointed out, I'm the one whose wife

an expensive operation.

I'm not your killer.

But I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't admit.

I'd trade your lives for my wife's eyesight.

I won't be hard to track down, though.

As usual, I'll be at Mary's bedside.

I feel like my life's just been threatened.

The man loves his wife, but I just can't see him committing three cold -blooded

murders for her.

You do realize that leaves only me and Amanda.

Look, I'm not taking anything away from DeMaggio.

I'm just saying that Ted Williams was a better hitter. Why don't you want to

agree with me?

How are we feeling tonight, Mrs. Drexel? I am feeling very much better, Sally

dear. Oh, that's good.

Here's your pills.

And your water.

Thank you.

Easy dreams.

Thank you, Sally.

How are we feeling tonight?

Where did they get off with this wee business?

Oh, don't be such an old curmudgeon.

Sally's a wonderful girl.

I never get stuck with her.

Pollyanna, like you.

Just lucky, I guess.

I had the nicest dream this afternoon while I was napping.

Was I in it?

Certainly you were in it. It's been one of them hot, sexy dreams.

In those dreams, I'm afraid, your part is played by Robert Mitchum.

One of these days reminded me to tell you about me and Michelle Pfeiffer.

She is young enough to be your daughter. Well, look who's talking.

At least mine's still breathing.

Tell me about your dream.

Well, it was you and I in Yosemite Park.

Our honeymoon.

Yes. But in my dream, we weren't young.

We were the same age as we are now.

But we were hiking.

Up to big falls.

And it was as beautiful as ever.

Wasn't that a lovely dream?

You'll see those falls again, Mary.

I promise.

Sweetheart, don't make promises you can't keep.

It's enough of a blessing that God lets the blind see in their dreams.

What's the matter?

Mary, what's the matter?

Officer, get a nurse. My wife's having a seizure. Right.

Mr. Drexel's effects, I came across something that concerns you.

Seems that he too had a will.

Mr. Drexel, my son discovered two letters signed and dated by your

husband in the past few days.

In one of them, he instructs that in the event of his death, the insurance

should be used for your operation and his corneas be used.

And there's another letter here addressed to you.

Would you like for me to read it to you?

Yes.

My dearest Mary, for

over 30 years, you've devoted your life to helping me see the world and its

beauty through your eyes.

Now, God willing, it's my turn to do the same for you.

Your loving husband, Lyndon.

husband loved you very much.

What are we missing?

That mysterious stranger.

We know the killer's not Amanda or Jesse, so it has to be somebody else.

But only the six members of the Tontine stood to gain anything.

Yeah, so it would seem.

And why is this seventh person lurking around in the shadows like that?

I gotta confess, my money was on Dr. Zachary.

It was obvious the killer was setting him... No.

Trying to set up the frame for him, and then for some reason had a change of

heart. Zachary was tailor -made.

Every time he opened his mouth, he sounded guilty.

So why did the killer eliminate the perfect pigeon?

Maybe Zachary found out something that made him a danger, like who the killer

was. Well, if he knew something, why didn't he tell somebody?

Oh, maybe trying to collect more evidence.

Or knowing Zachary, he probably saw himself as the cat playing with a mouse.

And found out too late it was a 500 -pound mouse.

Not even this?

Oh, sentimental value.

My father's been known to develop strong emotional ties to Lent.

Steve, legally, what would happen if all the heirs were out of the way and the

tontine suddenly became invalid?

Well, wouldn't the state of California get everything?

Just as if Hemings had died intestate?

Yeah, I would think so.

Good question to ask a lawyer.

I'll check back with you on that.

Don't give up hope, Ingrid.

Just think of it as a holy mission.

Doctor, what about this?

Are you crazy?

Hey, you didn't handle that?

No, I didn't handle it.

Talked to Steve. He said you were going to call Bendix. Oh, yeah, I did.

If all the members of the Tontine are ineligible to inherit because either

they're dead or they're arrested for murder...

Then it's up to him to find Heming's blood relatives.

He has some?

Well, I guess he's not sure.

He remembered that Heming's made some reference to a second cousin who once

removed or first cousin twice removed something.

Sort of reference.

Well, he said Heming was off on one of his harangues about the human race with

special emphasis on greedy relatives.

What a sweetie.

Does Bendix have any way of finding out who these mysterious relatives are?

Bendix says that in the old days he used to get a bunch of private eyes and send

them out like bloodhounds. But he said now they do most of their searching on

the internet.

That's it?

That's what you're getting rid of?

Yeah, you know something, you're right.

What was I thinking?

Looking good, Armin.

Homer and Cassandra Hemmings came to America in 1879.

And in short order, they begat Sharon and Jacob.

Sharon did no begatting. But Jacob and Dora begat Susan and Clayton.

Clayton and Ruth did their begatting with Oscar. And after little Oscar, they

begat no more.

And then, and Susan, she begat her daughter Clara. And Clara married Frank,

they begat Priscilla.

Priscilla.

Well, what do you know?

That's interesting.

Ingrid, you know how I've been going on about the Internet?

Yes. Well, I wasn't exaggerating. Sit down.

I have discovered that Oscar Hemmings had one living relative.

His sister had a daughter, and the daughter had a daughter.

Her name is Priscilla Scumpler, and she graduated from Oregon State the same

time you did, and I thought you might know her.

You found me out, Dr. Sloan.

I am Priscilla Scumpler.

Okay, now what?

Handcuffs? The rack?

Why the name change?

Because I didn't want to go through life being called Priscilla Skumpler.

Do you blame me?

Why did you keep your connection to Oscar Hemminger a secret?

What connection?

I never met the man in my life.

I only knew too well how he felt about relatives.

You can't deny that as soon as you found out I was related to him, you were

suspicious of me.

Alive, he did nothing for me.

And dead, he's ruining my life.

Mark, it's Jesse. He's been in a terrible car accident.

Can't help wondering.

What?

If the poor little guy remains in a coma forever, who gets his new stereo?

It's very funny why it's gay. Keep it up, you won't even get to listen to it.

I don't think this is going to work. Well, it's not going to work if our coma

victim keeps waking up. You're supposed to be helpless, Jesse. I agree with

Amanda. Ingrid is never going to fall for this.

Well, why wouldn't she?

With you lying here perfectly defenseless, she's going to see it as

opportunity to finish you off and plant all the evidence on Amanda.

Mark, if she did all that, she'd have to know the police would be on to her.

A lot of cadets are going to do this if we can't prove anything.

Up until now, the lady's been calling all the shots, and so far she hasn't

one false move.

Well, we're going to have to force her hand some way.

Otherwise, she's going to be up in Oregon waiting for Mr. Bendix to call

tell her she's an heiress.

Come on, everybody take your places. Where do you want me?

Any place but the pathology lab, because she's likely to see that as the best

place to plant the evidence incriminating you.

Which I'm guessing will be the knife she used on Mr. Drexel.

In that case, I'll be in medical records preparing that morbidity review.

Yeah, you guys get to have all the fun.

You're in a coma.

I know.

I'm in a coma.

with my little eye.

Excuse

me.

Are you wearing Emerald Rhapsody?

No.

Have you seen my secretary Ingrid around?

She's the one that sent me off on a wild goose chase.

What do you mean?

She told me that Dr.

Stewart needed me up on the fifth floor. Not only didn't he need me, but he'd

gone home hours ago.

Is your secretary given to playing practical jokes?

You know, this is unbelievable. I'm a grown man pretending to be... No, she's

not.

Amanda's in trouble.

Whose fault?

Hemings. He's the one you should blame, not me. I was entitled to all of it. He

was a lunatic.

He was definitely weird, lady. But he's not the one that killed four innocent

people. England Thurston, you're under arrest.

It's Priscilla Skumpler.

Priscilla Skumpler.

You're under arrest for the murder of Jerry Royce, Belinda Gilroy, Dr. Philip

Zachary, and Leonard Drexel.

The attempted murder of Amanda Bentley.

At least you have to admit, Dr. Sloan, I give great massages.

I think from now on, I'll settle for a good shorthand.

Thanks, Captain. No, if that's necessary.

Get me up straight. That thing here, is it just me?

Hey!

How can anybody go through $20 million?

Well, I suppose Mr. Hemmings had very expensive taste.

And a lot of people have expensive taste. You go out, you buy a nice car,

expensive watch, maybe a new set of golf clubs. You don't blow $20 million of my

money. And how were you going to spend your money?

You mean after I endowed a children's wing to Community General Hospital and

donated millions to cancer research?

Yes, St. Jesse, after all that.

Big house, big yacht, and big women. Well, don't give up hope, because Mr.

Hemings did not die penniless.

Thanks for reminding me that after taxes, his estate was worth $78. And 43

cents, which means the Tong King is still in effect. Yeah, and what do you

suppose it's going to be worth with compound interest after 50 or 60 years?

can't wait to find out. What do you mean, you?

Well, it's that time.

It's like being aware at your own birth.

That's very well put.

Oh, wait, please.

Dear Lord, please let me see long enough to get to Yosemite Park, and I

won't ask for anything more.

Yosemite Park?

It's where Leonard and I spent our honeymoon.

He promised me that I'd be seeing it again.

You will?

You have beautiful eyes, Dr. Sloan.

So do you, Mrs. Drexel.

So do you.

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