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Tell you, nobody makes a strawberry shake like Louise.

True. Hey, I heard a rumor about you.

Yeah, what's that?

I heard that the city was going to close Louise down, and you put a call in to

the health inspector to keep them open.

That's the least I could do for a fellow officer.

Your concern was only for me.

Of course.

How would you survive without your weekly strawberry shake fix?

Well, you know, I have been known to mix a few things together in the privacy of

my own kitchen.

Are you telling me you're going to start making your own?

You're welcome to come by for a taste test.

Anytime.

Would you hold this for a minute?

I cannot believe all the interest there is in this case.

Well, you know, a man who's been impersonating a surgeon for years kills

only person that can blow the whistle on him. His kid does that.

Throw in a private investigator, sexy, working both sides of the street.

You're a tabloid founder.

Tom, I still can't believe that you made a deal with Lou Tyler.

You know, she was Frederick's partner.

She tried to leave the country with him. I know, I know.

I don't like to make deals with killers either.

But without her testimony, I don't think I can convict them.

She gets life, Mark.

We're not going easy.

I'm kind of surprised Steve isn't here.

Well, he said he'd be here when they were supposed to testify, but he didn't

want to be here for the rest of it. Must be hard on him.

Dating Lily, seeing her killed right in front of him.

There's the defendant.

I heard

he was a pretty good doctor, even though he was unschooled and unliked. That was

the problem.

His mind was so fast that he could get all the medical stuff without no formal

training at all. Lots of intellect, no more.

Oh, a dangerous man. I'll be happy to see him behind bars.

Oh, here comes Luke.

Oh, there's Luke. My prime witness has arrived.

Oh, my God.

I love eyewitnesses. A lot of conflicting descriptions.

The shooter was 5 '11". The shooter was extremely short.

The shooter was obese.

The shooter was frail and sickly looking.

Do they agree on anything?

Yeah. She was a she. She was in a wheelchair, and she stood up and ran

scene. She had on very bright clothes and had very red hair. That scratch the

hair. She's wearing a wig.

Well, take her down to the lab and get it tested. Maybe we'll get lucky and

there'll be some skin and hair fragments in it.

I'm afraid I was just like everybody else. All I noticed was the hair and the

clothes and the wheelchair.

Excuse me.

Steve?

Okay, that's twice in one day. Steve's disappeared on me.

Jesse, you're a healthy, young, professional man in his prime.

Now's the time you should be thinking life insurance.

But, Dave, I don't have a wife. I don't have kids. I don't even have a cat. So

why should I be concerned? What happens when you do have that lovely wife, that

charming kids, that house in Beverly Hills? I'll worry about it then. It may

too late by then. Right now, you are part of the preferred risk pool. I don't

want to be a part of any risk pool. Let me tell you a cautionary tale.

Let me tell you about a...

Prominent young attorney named Timothy Pinter.

He was in precisely the situation that you are right now. Happy, healthy, white

kids.

Steve?

You here?

Oh, hey.

You're home early.

So are you.

I called the precinct to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat.

Is that you and Lily?

Yeah, our first date.

Can you imagine what it's like trying to get to know a girl with a camera crew

following you around?

Filming every second of your time together?

If that's what I get for agreeing to appear in a TV dating game show.

This trial that's coming up is bringing back a lot of memories, isn't it?

I don't have a lot of memories, Dad. We only went out twice.

Well, still, she died in your arms. It's got to have an effect on you.

Cheryl was saying you haven't been yourself today.

I saw somebody today.

Someone who looked just like Lily, only with darker hair.

What courthouse?

At the courthouse and earlier on the street.

Did you talk to her? Tried to.

Both times I ran after her and both times she disappeared.

You know, after your mother died, I saw her everywhere I went.

You never told me that before.

You're not supposed to have seen the evening news yet, are you?

I can't believe the judge declared a mistrial.

Steve, the key witness was killed before she had a chance to testify. The judge

had no choice. So the prosecution starts all over again.

The jury was impaneled. It's over.

Frederick's behind this. We've got to find the shooter to prove it. So what

you got?

Forensics found some of the killer's hair inside of the wig, so when we get

ID, we can make a DNA match.

What about the news crews? They must have caught something. I've already

subpoenaed those tapes. Of course, all of the cameras were fixed on Lou, not

shooter. Tell them I want raw footage. I don't want any surprises showing up in

the nightly news for ratings.

Okay, they're cooperating.

What about the surveillance cameras in the courthouse? We're going over those

tapes, too. So far, no luck seeing the shooter's face.

He's not getting away with this.

What's going on with you?

What do you mean?

You don't seem like yourself.

Why, because I don't like the idea of a man getting away with murder?

No, but we've been in this situation before, and I've never seen you so... I

don't know.

Does this have anything to do with your relationship with Lily Wilson?

I didn't have a relationship with her, Cheryl. I had two dates.

All right, look, maybe I've been a little intense the past few days.

Maybe Wilson's trials stir up things in the back of my mind.

Well, now, that's completely understandable.

So everybody keeps telling me.

But I'm all right, Cheryl.

I'm honest.

Okay.

Good.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

The wheelchair has been traced by its serial number.

You're not going to like this.

The wheelchair was taken from Community General? Mm -hmm. Where'd they kept?

Well, it was like a supermarket all over the place.

You don't have to sign them out?

No, the idea is to have access to them at any time.

Actually, anybody who works here could have taken it. That narrows it down to,

what, about a thousand people? Or more if you think a visitor took it.

There. You see her?

No. Who? What?

Dr. Sloan.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

Frederick, I have nothing to say to you. Oh, they dropped the murder charges.

I'm a free man.

I'm sure that won't be for long. Now, please leave my office.

I don't anticipate any other new charges. Not in the near future.

You've heard of that old legal chestnut.

Double jeopardy.

There was a second murder. Frederick the murderer. The one person who could have

put you away for life.

Oh, yes.

Lou Tyler.

Bad luck.

You know, the wheelchair used by your assassin was from this hospital.

Of course you knew that, didn't you?

I had no idea.

How careless of Community General.

How careless of you to allow such a connection between you and your

Interesting theory, but not one you can prove, is it, Dr. Sloan?

Pardon me.

Isn't that Fredericks Olsen?

Yeah. What was he doing here?

Rubbing my face in the mist trial.

Thinks he's gonna go spot free.

Well, isn't it a felony to impersonate a doctor? Aren't they going to try him

for that?

Oh, he'll probably get a conviction, but then it isn't murder, is it?

When I was seven years old, I stole a whole box of those snowball cupcakes.

The big ones?

I love those.

I'd like to take you to dinner tonight.

That's okay. I understand.

No, I don't think you do.

Louie.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I thought you were somebody else.

Sorry.

Are you all right?

Well, I'm sorry for staring. It's just you look exactly like someone I knew

once. People tell me that all the time. I must have a universal face or

something. Not at all.

I'm always the fitting image of their cousin or their old girlfriend.

Never Gwyneth Paltrow or Jennifer Lopez.

So who did I remind you of?

Tell the truth.

Cousin, right?

No.

Okay. Old girlfriend.

Her name is Lily Wilson.

No relation?

No.

You never heard of her?

Like I said, universal faith.

Well, I... I'm sorry.

Listen, um...

Would you like to have lunch?

Excuse me?

Well, they got a great little tea house, so I just thought, uh,

if you hadn't eaten.

I don't know you.

Steve Sloan.

Abby Chadway. Nice to meet you.

Could I, uh, buy you lunch?

Dr. Sloan?

Hi, Joe.

What are you doing here?

Well, one of the news stations sent over some footage from the shooting at the

courthouse, and I know Steve was anxious to see it. I was hoping I'd catch him

here with you.

Oh, no. Gosh, he was here. He just left.

Anything interesting on the table?

I haven't had a chance to look at it myself.

Well, if it just so happens, we have a VCR right here in the lounge.

Want a half sandwich?

No, thank you.

Now, the guy said his camera was knocked on the ground, so I'm hoping it caught

something. Yeah, maybe it had.

Wait a second.

There's a slow -motion button on here. Something out there.

What's that?

Well, we already know where that came from.

Well, that's unusual.

An ankle bracelet?

It might be useful if it belonged to the killer.

Hmm.

Now, that woman's standing against the wall.

The killer ran as soon as she started firing shots.

What are you thinking?

I was just trying to remember if any of the witnesses were wearing an ankle

bracelet. You'd think I would have noticed something like that.

Yeah.

Have you eaten here before?

I just moved here last weekend.

No kidding.

What made you decide to do that?

One Boston winter too many.

I was shoveling off the stoop when I decided, why curse the snow when you can

move to California?

Just like that?

Got out before the Red Sox could break my heart again.

I had some money saved up and no boyfriend, no family.

So what brought you to Community General Hospital?

I saw you there.

Wow, really?

That's bizarre.

I was looking for a job.

I have a lot of experience in the filing clerk slash typist arena.

Civil service.

So that's why you were at the courthouse the other day.

All right, wait a minute.

Are you following me?

You're not some kind of stalker or something, are you? I'm beginning to

little weird about this. No, really, I promise. It was just a...

Weird coincidence. I just kept seeing you.

I don't know about that.

No, really. I promise.

It's all right.

Look, why don't we just change the subject?

How do you like the city so far?

I like it.

I've been to the Hollywood sign, Rodeo Drive, Santa Monica Pier, and now the

Japanese Gardens.

Not exactly one of our top ten hot spots.

I know. I was flipping through the guidebook, and there it was, and I...

You're gonna think I'm a kook.

No, not at all.

I was just drawn to this place like I had to come here somehow.

I don't know. Maybe I knew a handsome man would be waiting for me.

I knew I was gonna sound like a nut. Not to me.

I sound like a stalker, remember?

You're staring again.

I'm sorry. It's just the way you laugh, the way you talk with your hands, the

way you hold your head. Just like Jennifer Lopez.

Lily Wilson.

You sure you haven't got a long -lost cousin out there somewhere?

All right, the truth?

Please.

I don't know.

I was adopted at birth and raised as an only child. I've always wondered who my

birth parents were, but the adoption agency said the records were sealed.

You know, there are ways sometimes to get... even if the records are sealed.

What do you mean?

Well, if you really wanted to know, I'd have to know the name of the agency.

You're not just looking for an excuse for a second date, are you? Yes.

Partly.

Well, you don't need one.

All you need is my phone number.

I wouldn't mind having someone show me around the city a little bit.

I wouldn't mind that either.

Back Bay Placement. Excuse me?

The adoption agency. It's called Back Bay Placement.

It's headquartered in Boston.

Her adoptive name is Abby. What her birth name was is one of the things I'd

to find out.

What are you doing here so early?

Okay, yeah, I appreciate it. Thanks.

What's that about?

Uh, Abby, the girl I told you about that looks like Lily?

I think there's a possibility she could be your sister.

There you are.

I'm cold.

Cold. Well, this should warm you up.

Favorite brand.

Swift Rush Soft Landing.

You know how grateful I am for your cooperation.

Great job at the courthouse.

Nice clean shot.

Jesse. Hey.

Check it out.

I got it on sale.

Oh, sweet.

It's not for you. It's for Abby. It's gonna look great on her, huh? Abby?

Yeah, you know the girl I told you about?

The girl you just met?

Yeah.

Why are you buying expensive leather jackets for a girl you just met?

I can afford it. I'm sure you can.

But why?

Why? Because it's pretty and it'll look nice on her. That's why.

Steve, are you sure you're not confusing her with somebody else?

Look, Jess, forget I showed it to you, all right? I saw a jacket. I decided to

buy it. It's no big deal.

What are you doing?

Got a dinner date.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You're on the register. It's on the schedule.

Oh, no, Jess, I can't. I got a date. I have evening rounds.

Well, can't you cancel them?

I'm sorry. I know that's ridiculous.

Go. I'll handle it.

Yeah, hi, Abby. Steve.

There's been a little change in dinner plans tonight.

Hope you like ribs.

No, no, no. Man, wait a second. All I'm saying is that Steve is not acting like

himself. He went out and bought this girl a beautiful leather jacket.

I know that women like it when you buy them beautiful things. I'm not a

rube.

I'm going to let that one slide because it's Steve we're talking about here, not

me, okay?

My concern is that he's falling in love with someone because she reminds him of

somebody else.

What do you mean what's wrong with everything is wrong with that?

Yeah, I don't even know why I talk to you about things like this.

Oh, God, I got to go. No, I got to go. Bye.

Oh, Jesse.

Jesse.

Stay. Jesse.

It's just a.

I used to think the best ribs in the world were in Porter Square.

But after these, nothing compares.

My own recipe.

You are amazing.

You buy me lunch, fix me dinner, and you give me this leather jacket?

Softest thing I've ever had next to my skin.

You know, people told me that California men were different, but I had no idea

what they meant.

Thank you. Come again?

Okay. I have to ask this.

When you and your partner are interrogating a skell in the box, are

cop or the bad cop?

A skell in the box?

You've been watching way too much TV.

So what do you got planned for tomorrow?

Um, I thought I'd go out to the beach and watch the waves come into the shore

from the other direction.

Why don't you stop by the beach house?

I'll introduce you to my dad and get you some more ribs.

I'd love to.

Oh, Jess.

Steve. Jessie Travis.

Abby Chadway.

Jesse's my partner in the restaurant. I have to talk to you.

It's about the case you're working on.

That's right. I didn't talk in front of Abby.

One of the security guards at the hospital was found dead in the supply

Murdered? A heroin overdose.

What, they got the blood work back already?

I found the packets. Black Widow.

What's that?

That's a brand name.

Heroin is back, big time. Only people are snorting it because it's a lot more

potent, so we're seeing a lot more ODs.

Heroin has brand names?

And next we'll be selling ads.

Listen, Cheryl is at the hospital. She's been trying to page you. She says this

had something to do with the courthouse murder.

Yeah, I turned off myself.

And your pager. And my pager, Jess. I'm on my own time.

Okay, well, Alex is on his way over here. He's going to watch the register.

I'll stay.

This is the address to the beach house.

I'll see you there tomorrow then.

Thanks. What do we got?

Hair.

That woman's hair is the same color as the hair I found inside the wig at the

courthouse.

And since the wheelchair came from Community General... Well, I sent some

strands up to the lab for a priority DNA check. Just a hunch.

When do we get them back?

Report just came in. That woman was Lou's killer.

Now. Why would a security guard assassinate the key witness in a murder

She worked at this hospital.

Frederick worked at this hospital.

We can find a link connecting the two of them.

We just might have to arrest him again.

Good work.

Really, good work.

Thanks.

I'm looking for Black Widow.

What can I do for you, Officer Sloan? Lieutenant Sloan, get your hands on the

car. No, I'm done suing.

Given your personal involvement, you'll be lucky if they call you patrolman. You

make a better pretend doctor than you do a pretend lawyer.

We're acting on an anonymous phone tip. That's a probable cause.

More than probable.

Oh, it's not mine.

That's the least you worries right now.

We're going to book you on a possession charge, but don't be surprised if it's

upgraded to murder.

Sloan here.

You sure about that?

All right, thanks.

You okay?

Can you do something about that music?

I've called the man a half a dozen times.

What were you saying?

Oh, that guy Dave.

The insurance guy is relentless.

He's trying to tell me something I don't want.

A man's a salesman.

Hey, but how many times does a guy have to say no?

Apparently a lot.

Huh? I'm going to call him.

11 .30 last night. It was still going. I called him. He didn't... Hello?

Mr. Laird?

It's your neighbor.

Your neighbor.

Would you mind turning the music down a little?

Down. Turn the music... Hello?

Yeah. Music stopped.

Hello?

We're out here.

Dr. Sloan?

Well, hi. You must be Abby. I rang the doorbell, but no one answered.

Oh, we had a music problem, but it settled.

She was right.

What? Oh, I look just like that other girl he dated, Lily.

No, I mean you're very pretty.

Oh, thank you.

It's a jacket. It wouldn't look right in this jacket.

Say that again.

Steve called. He's on the way.

Have some iced tea.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah. So, I understand you're from Boston.

Yeah, that's right.

I guess our climate here is a little different than what you're used to.

Yeah. If this is February, give me more.

Hey, guys.

Hi. I'm Henry. Hi.

Can I talk to you for a minute? Sure.

Hey, Steve.

I'll be back.

Uh, Dr. Sloan? Yes.

Oh, Geraldine, isn't it? Yes.

Uh, my boyfriend doesn't know that I'm here.

Mr. Laird.

Calvin. Look, I'm sorry to call about the noise. Oh, no, I know, I know.

he got really, really mad.

Please don't call him anymore, Dr. Sloan. Please, he takes it out on me.

Oh, well, I'll try, but you know, when that music gets so loud... Thanks.

I'd better go before he figures out where I went.

I conferred for the adoption agency.

Brace yourself.

How bad can it be?

My birth mother unmarried, my father unknown. I figured that out a long time

ago. Actually, that's not the way it was at all.

There's a reason I mistook you for Lily Wilson.

She was your twin sister.

But how? I mean, I thought... Your mother died giving birth to the two of

Her father was already deceased.

And the grandmother who was taking care of Frederick couldn't handle three

children. So she kept Lily and put you up for adoption.

You all right?

Not exactly the family I was expecting.

There's more.

They just arrested Frederick for conspiracy to kill Lou Tyler.

Who? The woman who was going to testify against him in his trial.

I don't know what to say.

What am I supposed to do now?

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

He's my brother, but he killed my sister. What am I supposed to do with

Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

I want to see him.

You sure?

I want to see him face to face.

He's my brother.

I'll set it up.

Do you mind if I don't stay for dinner? I think I need to be alone and sort some

things out.

I'll pick you up.

Jesse Lee? Yeah.

Steve, I need to talk to you.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, it's about Abby.

I want to show you something.

There it is.

There. That ankle bracelet she was wearing when she was here today?

It's a piece of jewelry, Dad. There must be thousands just like it. A young

woman suddenly materializes in your life who looks just like Lily, but she

claims she had no idea she was related to Lily, but she was at the courthouse

when Lutina was shot.

She said she was looking for work.

Don't you find that just a little bit coincidental?

I think you better make absolutely sure who she is.

She wants to see Frederick tomorrow.

Oh, I'd like to be there for that.

If you're expecting a sudden familial embrace, I'm afraid I can't apply it.

I don't know what I was expecting.

Insurance, perhaps.

A share of Lily's estate.

You think this is about money? What is it about? I want to know where I came

from.

The womb of a disinterested mother.

Did you know she'd given me up to our grandmother before you were born?

What was she like?

Our grandmother.

She hated men and children.

She's interrogating him.

Is that why you killed her, sister?

It's as if you're trying to goad him into a confession.

I checked all the officer's notes.

No one interviewed anyone by the name of Abby Chadway.

Of course, she could have used a phony name.

Also, the lab results came back.

The heroin in Frederick's car isn't a chemical match for the stuff that killed

Joe. You mean we can't do any better than possessions?

Oh, Rick, it's worse than that. The judge is questioning the search.

Unless we come up with some other evidence, Frederick's likely to be

the morning.

Jesse, you know that insurance agent who's been dogging you?

Dr. Sloan?

Dave Smith. Jesse Travis said that you wanted to meet with me.

You were expecting me to be a younger man.

I won't be to run the bush, doctor.

Ensuring a man of your age is an extremely expensive proposition.

Oh.

So? In all honesty, you'd be better off putting your money in the bank.

Never try to sell anyone something they don't need.

Well, I appreciate that.

Listen, as long as you're here, can I ask you a question? Oh, sure.

I have a patient who died recently, and unfortunately, both the beneficiary and

the standby beneficiary pre -deceased him.

Now, what happens to the benefits? Does that go back to the company? Oh, no, not

at all.

Cases like this aren't as rare as you might imagine.

In fact, you might want to tell your friend, Dr. Travis, about this. He has

living relatives, doesn't he? Yes, he does.

Yeah. Well... Here's the thing.

The benefits are collected by the state in which the policy was issued.

So any heir can present a legitimate claim to the courts in that state.

So without a will or any living children, a brother or sister could make

claim? Absolutely.

Well, wouldn't that open up a case for fraud, like somebody coming in saying

they were an heir and they weren't?

Tell you what, the insurance industry operates a national website that

all kinds of fraud issues.

Wait a second.

Yeah. If you've got a piece of paper, I'll write down the URL for you. Yeah.

Yeah,

here we are.

If you've got any younger relatives... Thank you.

Keep that in mind.

So I went to the website, and there was a troubling case on there.

It happened in Boston a few years ago. A lot of people live in Boston, Dad.

Well, this was a woman who claimed to be the lost sister of an accident victim.

Came out of nowhere.

Nobody ever heard of her. But she had all the documentation to prove she was a

legitimate heir. Well, if she was an heir, what's the problem?

Well, the insurance company was convinced it was fraudulent.

But in the end, they had to pay her. So an insurance company didn't want to pay

the money they owed. What else is new? Well, nothing new about insurance fraud.

But in this case, it was a big, big estate. And this gal really... cleaned

You're forgetting something, Dad. Abby didn't know Lily was a sister until I

started investigating.

And who put that idea in your head?

What about Frederick?

Doesn't he have a claim to any estate?

Well, none of you were convicted of murdering Lily.

And if you were executed, then not only would there be Lily's insurance, but his

estate, which was large. Frederick may have been a phony doctor, but he was a

very good investor.

I suppose it's possible, but that's all it is.

It's just a crazy theory.

Well, I'm afraid not.

There were some photos on the website of jewelry involved in that estate.

Wait

a minute.

I never said she was my sister. You said that. Exactly what I told my father.

Then why are you accusing me?

The ankle bracelet.

I got it at a flea market.

In Boston?

It's where I lived.

You know, you have some nerve. You turn my whole world upside down, and then you

accuse me of lying to you.

I knew she was lying, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

How about some good news?

I've been going through the phone numbers stored in Joan's cell phone, and

came up with a dealer.

Yeah, so she was an addict.

Well, this particular dealer happened to have been in the same prison at the

same time as Frederick Wilson.

In fact, they shared a cell block.

Oh, I'd like to talk to this guy.

I figured you would. His street name is Tick Tock. What's his real name?

Abendigo Rice.

My mother named me Abendigo. I call myself Tick Tock, too.

Do you have any idea where we can find this guy? I know the general

neighborhood.

Tick -tock, I presume?

What have we here?

Can a guy make an honest living? Oh, that ain't honest.

You ain't Vice.

No.

Oh, my goodness gracious.

It's time to make a deal.

Tell me about Frederick Wilson.

Freddy Freddy?

I couldn't stand the guy.

You lent him your cell phone.

How I did, that was a rental.

What put you in that prison in the first place?

That is not what this is about.

This is about Lou Tyler's murder.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I didn't exactly over here ready for

Eddie to take out a contract.

Not that anybody would believe you if you said you did.

I never lie.

It's bad for business.

And we would never ask you to lie.

Good. You know, right now, you don't have a deal.

How about this?

How about I tell you who it was Ready Freddy was calling?

That might help.

Uh, security guard.

What's her name?

It was Joan on the phone.

I got better, but it's gonna cost you a walk.

We get a conviction, I'll suggest it to the DA.

How about this?

How about I never met Joan until Freddy introduced us?

How about you never paid for a rendezvous?

How about Frederick Wilson having to buy her at his very own expense?

That sounds like a deal to me.

Sloan here.

All right, thanks.

Frederick was just released.

Great, now what?

The last time he tried to flee the country.

No reason he won't try it again.

Would you leave a message for Detective Steve Sloan?

Tell him it's Abby Chadway and I'm following Frederick Wilson.

I think he's headed towards the Van Nuys Airport.

Tell Steve to get there as fast as he can.

Take me with you.

Why would I possibly wish to do that?

We can both turn over. Let me see. You with my money, me with a parasite.

I could help you. I don't think so.

You're all I've got.

More pity you.

I'm sorry, sir. We're not there to take off.

Yeah, you tried that last time. Let's go. I have to await instructions.

I'll give you instructions.

Fly the plane.

Frederick Welton, you're under arrest.

Conspiracy to murder Lou Tyler.

Not to mention attempted skyjacking.

He set me up.

Why?

I saw the TV show.

I read about the case.

I realized how much I look like her.

And you figured if you got a cop to vouch for your Lily's sister, you'd be

free.

I planted the records in the adoption agency files.

It was a perfect plan.

There was just this one little flaw.

What was that?

I fell in love.

I didn't count on that.

That's why I tried to stall Frederick at the airport. I wanted to show you that

I had changed.

That you can trust me.

I know you love me.

I guess I'll have to get over that.

Steve, I didn't do anything illegal. The plan didn't work.

The one in Boston did.

They'll never prove it, Steve. But Abby, it won't work.

I'm still a cop.

You committed a crime.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Help me.

Thanks.

The door. Leave me alone.

You know he goes to work at 8 o 'clock.

Dr. Sloan, don't touch me. Shut up.

If you ever try this again, you're not going to need a doctor. You're going to

need an undertaker.

Honey. Hi, Dr. Sloan.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry. I was thinking about something else.

That thing is a menace. Are you kidding? That's safer than walking. It's safer

than walking around here.

Jesse, would you have a word with this man who refuses to give up his dangerous

toy? A man's got to have fun. That's exactly right.

Besides, it's the same as a car. It's no more nor less dangerous than the person

behind the wheel. Uh -huh. I have to go on my rounds.

Children.

You're all just very tall children.

Well, maybe not all of you.

Oh!

Mark, don't worry.

I'm not the sort of person that's going to say, I called you so. You don't know

how much I appreciate that. It's probably just his brain. No, I think

broken. Let's get him to radiology.

Let's go get some x -rays.

Like I said, it all depends on who's at the wheel. Yeah, yeah.

How you feeling?

Rotten. Well, a broken leg's a broken leg.

Oh, well, you're just a fount of wisdom this morning.

I was trying to cheer you up.

You know the things you don't realize until you become a patient?

These mattresses are like cement slabs. And these pillows, it's like they're

full of gravel or something.

How is the leg itself feeling?

Broken.

Good morning.

Time we tied on the old feed bag.

Hope your tummy's hungry today.

And doesn't that look simply fantastic? Grouchy.

Oh, perhaps it would if I spent the last ten years in Devil's Island.

Oh, we're a little grumpy, aren't we?

We? Unless you have a broken leg, there's no we in here.

Oh.

Doctors are all alike.

You know, there's another cliche that we ought to bury.

They say that doctors are bad patients. I'm a very good patient. It doesn't mean

that I'm going to close my eyes to the shortcomings around this hospital.

What do you have to be, Houdini, to hope one of these things?

Me, me, me, me, me.

Get your rest.

I'll do that.

It's ridiculous the way they feel these things.

As if they're supposed to stand up to a nuclear blast.

Well, I guess the good news is, short of a nuclear blast, they can't get any

worse. Oh, before I forget, Dr. Benjamin said it's time to schedule your annual

colonoscopy.

What are you doing?

If you're not allowed inpatient records, shut down the computer.

I'd

like

to check my father out.

Name? Mark Sloan.

I'm sorry, there's no Mark Sloan here.

What Dr.

Mark Sloan?

There's no Dr. Mark Sloan either.

How can that be? He works here.

Not according to our computer.

Oh, that's funny. I have an office on the second floor, southwest corner. You

can go look.

That's simply not possible.

Well, maybe your computer's having a kind of a senior moment.

Oh, I'm sorry, Dr.

Sloan. I thought you looked familiar, but...

McClarden? Believe me, Dr. Sloan, when I find out who is responsible for this,

and I will, heads will roll.

Oh, thanks.

Boy, isn't it a beautiful day?

Yeah.

Careful you don't get a rep as a dirty old man.

It just so happens I am shooting a scene of the entire passing panorama.

Panorama like that, you could sell tickets.

Listen, Dad, there's something I need to talk to you about. Yeah?

What, are you expecting somebody?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I, uh...

That'd be a good idea if you had some home care assistance.

Oh, you're baloney. I'll be fine.

Especially with the long hours I've been working.

Look, I am so happy to get out of that hospital and away from Nurse Sooty

I'll be just fine.

So I went to the agency and I interviewed some people.

We could just send them right back where they came from, because I don't need

anybody.

Dad? Yeah?

Nurse Sooty.

Oh, isn't this my lucky day?

My mother always said, every dark cloud has a silver lining.

What are you doing here? What happened to your job at the community general? I

was terminated. You were fired.

She's the one that lost you in the computer system?

It was an honest mistake, really. I was going through your records.

Well, I like to know everything I can about my patients.

As they're checking out?

Oh, well, you kept me so busy.

I hadn't had a chance any sooner in that awful Mrs. Trubnick.

Oh, she's got me all rattled. I accidentally pushed the delete button.

When were you going through my records? What on earth did you want to find?

Well, for instance, did you have someone at home, a wife, say, to look out for

you? Otherwise, I was going to suggest you consider hiring a home care

professional. And here she is.

Yes! Isn't it extraordinary how these things work out?

Oh, I'm that awful, Mrs. Trubnick.

Tried to convince me you wanted me fired, but I knew that couldn't possibly

true. You're too much of a gentleman. Oh, that coffee's the worst thing for

Let me make you a nice cup of tea.

All right.

Here we go.

Get her out of here.

I can't. If you don't, I will. I don't think you want to. Why not? She was

threatening to sue Community General for wrongful termination.

Ageism.

Ageism? Her incompetence hasn't had anything to do with her age. She

I hired her, she'd drop the suit.

Water's on.

Oh, I must say, Dr. Stone, you have a very nice home.

Thank you. Yes.

Isn't it amazing how much more they pay you doctors than they pay us nurses?

Well... Not that I object. No, when you realize how often doctors marry their

nurses, well, I figure it all bounces out in the end, right?

Absolutely. This affinity of doctors for their nurses.

I mean, who?

Who could have more in common? Who could better understand the stress with which

each must constantly cope?

Call me a goony bird, but somehow I'm getting a very strong feeling of

kismet.

Well, I can see I'm leaving her in good hands.

We'll talk later.

Harriet, come on in. Brought you some chicken soup.

Oh, you shouldn't have, but I love that chicken soup.

Oh, Harriet,

this is Sudie, my nurse.

Sudie, this is Harriet Flemlin, my neighbor.

Mrs. Flemlin? Mrs.

Flemlin, Carl Flemlin's wife.

Sit down, Harriet.

How's the leg?

Oh, it's okay.

And the nurse?

So how's the rehearsal coming for the Malibu musical?

Great. Just great.

Hard work?

A little bit.

Want to sing one?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Okay, how about... You are my sunshine, my only

sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take...

Sorry. Thanks for the soup, Harriet.

What is that awful racket?

That is my new neighbor.

Have you tried calling him to complain?

I've called a few times to see what good it's done.

Have you tried calling the police?

Well, I don't want to call the police. I like to get along with my neighbors.

Back home, we have a name for people like you.

Good neighbor?

What then?

I say we throw a rock through their window. That'll get their attention.

We don't throw rocks in Malibu. Too many glass houses.

Be careful.

Here, let me help you.

I can either be careful or let you help me, Siri.

Hey, what's it going to keep you away? Barbed wire?

It's about your music.

What, not loud enough?

As a matter of fact, it's so loud I'm afraid it's going to break my

And I'm worried about the crystal sailfish at the top of the stairs of the

cabinet, not to mention the buffalo and the master bath.

Hey, I'm counting to ten and you better be off my property or I'm calling my

lawyers.

Well, look, normally I wouldn't even be home this time, but maybe you'd see I

broke my leg. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Maybe we can turn the stereo down. Hey,

hey, hey, hey. Look, no busybody's going to tell me how loud I can play my music

in my own house.

Why do you have to be so rude to people?

Are you taking his side now?

What, do you got a thing for old guys?

Calvin, why do you have to treat people like that?

What does it get you? It gets me my own way.

And so long as I pay the bills around here, what I say goes.

You use money like it's a weapon. Why else have it? It's the ultimate weapon.

You can beat people to death with it. And not only doesn't it leave any marks,

but no one ever presses charges.

It's all about control for you, isn't it?

You're sick.

I'm leaving you. What?

You heard me.

Okay? I've had enough of this nightmare.

You're not going anywhere unless I say so.

A woman like that just makes me want to puke.

Why? She didn't do anything. She was trying to be friendly.

If a woman like that didn't take up with a man like that, a man like that would

shape up in a hurry.

I've always said that machismo in English just means showing off for the

Yeah, maybe you're right.

No maybe about it.

Never seen the attraction myself.

I go for the quiet, sensitive sort.

A man like you, Dr. Sloan. Yeah.

The kind that doesn't need muscle.

Huge shoulders and big hairy chest. That's more my cup of tea.

Thank you, Judy, I think.

Smile of an angel.

The eyes of a devil.

I bet you've got a wide swath with the ladies.

No, not so wide, Sue. Not very much of a swath at all, really.

A man who kisses and doesn't tell.

Well, you're a rare find.

Mark?

You know, I wish I knew what to do about that Mr. Laird over there.

I think I've seen that smarmy face somewhere.

Well, you probably have if you watch any late -night television. It's hard to

miss all those infamers. Calvin Laird.

He... the one with those stupid exercise videos. That man has done more to ruin

TV than laugh tracks and full house reruns put together.

That's the one.

Calvin sized your way into a brand new body in three short months and doubled

your money back.

Can you picture that jerk giving back a plugged nickel?

Bet if you read the small print you'll discover you have to wait until February

30th for those checks to go out.

Chief, come here.

What's the matter? Look.

What?

Out there.

What am I looking at?

That guy Laird. Came out with a dump of bag in that boat of his.

You sure it was Laird?

Well, 99 % sure.

And what, you're convinced there was a body in the bag? 99 % convinced.

So, there's a guy, maybe our noisy neighbor, going out to sea with a bag

might contain a body. I'm almost positive I saw a foot sticking out of

Let me know if you see any sea serpents.

He's back.

Looks like he was just fishing.

Using a duffel bag for bait.

Hey, the picture, did you get them developed?

No, I'm heading over to the one -hour photo right now. You'll see.

There's the fisherman.

The old lady.

Matty, gentlemen.

Matty.

And there's the starlet.

No general name.

This is not predicted.

You sure you're not just overreacting to this guy being a rotten neighbor?

Jesse, I know the difference between a pest and a murderer.

How can you be so sure, Mark, you didn't actually see a body?

I have seen enough body bags in my time to know when I see one. What's more, I

know who the victim is.

That nice Miss Baxter?

Yes. Who?

Laird's girlfriend.

I've been looking for her. She has not been jogging this morning.

And I know why.

Maybe she thought through her luck.

No, not a chance. No, these people are like clockwork, my regulars. Your

regulars? Yeah, there's the older lady out there and the fancy -dressed

gentleman who would like to meet him is too shy to speak.

the fisherman who does away with two six -packs before 10 a .m., and the bikini

girl and Geraldine Baxter. I'm late, Geraldine Baxter.

Hey. Hey.

There you go. Oh, good. Now you're going to see what I'm talking about.

The mist was too bad. You can barely make out the man, let alone the bag.

Well, I know what I saw.

Between the lack of sleep and the pain pills, you can't be too certain of

anything. He's right. These photos are useless.

I wouldn't say that.

Some of these are very good. They're very artistic.

Reminiscent of the French impression.

Yeah, I feel like fog.

All right.

Just what Geraldine had jogged by and proved me wrong.

Dad?

What are you doing out here?

Listen.

What? No music.

Dad. And he's pulled his curtains?

Well, maybe he doesn't want to see you.

You don't think it's a coincidence that Mr. Laird dumps a duffel bag in the

ocean and his live -in girlfriend has disappeared?

You're not going to give me a moment's peace, are you? Well, we're the only

who know about this. If we don't take an interest, who's going to?

I don't know anything.

Well, you're a police detective, aren't you? Why, go find out.

Can't let this stuff dry up.

Would you say you were again?

Steve Sloan.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan. I live next door.

Oh, you're the annoying guy, son?

I've been called worse.

You're a cop.

I'm with the LAPD.

Well, let's see.

Uh, not the music.

It's not on.

What's your father's complaint this time?

You, uh, painting the place?

That's his complaint?

Does Geraldine Baxter live here?

Yes. May I speak with her?

She's not here.

She said she went to the Getty Museum.

When do you expect her?

I don't know. When she gets back, she gets back.

So you don't expect her?

I expect her. I'm just not holding dinner.

Should I tell her you called?

Please do.

By the way, you didn't happen to toss anything in the ocean this morning, did

you? Who are you, Columbo?

Are you going to get me for littering?

No, Lieutenant, I did not throw something in the ocean this morning or

morning. When you go back and you report to your old man, you tell him he better

keep his nose out of my business, or else.

Or else?

You care to be a little more specific, Mr. Laird?

Oh, I leave the details to my lawyers.

That figures.

Laird doesn't strike me as a...

Handy man type.

He was the kind of guy that would hire somebody to do stuff for him and then

yell at him for not doing it perfectly.

Well, he's no Ozzie Nelson, but for all the tough talk, I'm not sure I buy him

as a cold -blooded killer.

Dr. Sloan, I hate to disagree with you, but I think it's much more likely that

the young woman simply came to her senses and took off.

Well, then what about the house painting?

What about it?

Well, it's a dollar to do unless the man never picked up a paintbrush till

today.

Since when is painting a crime?

Have they gone and made wallpapering a felony?

Is laying linoleum now a capital offense?

Well, just don't go cook dinner unless cooking is now illegal.

Steve, if it takes 50 years, you're going to pay for inviting that woman

this house. I assume eating is still allowed.

Have you heard about the search warrant? It's not going to happen.

Even an old drunk like Judge Harry Cooperman isn't going to grant a search

warrant on such flimsy evidence.

It's not even evidence, really. It's more like a hunch.

Father's hunches aren't like regular hunches. It's more like he knows

He just hasn't gotten around to proving it yet. Yeah, he's got the instincts of

a street cop.

And a first -rate diagnostician.

What do you think? You think that exercise meister really killed his

Maybe I'm prejudiced.

He's the kind of guy, other guys loathe at first sight.

I mean, is that good looking?

Not good looking.

Arrogant. Uh -huh.

Good potato salad. You couldn't have made that.

Uh -huh.

Mark, it's coming along fine.

Before long, we'll be able to go out dancing together.

Well, so much for the good news.

The bad news is that Steve can't get a warrant to search Laird's house.

Well, I'm not surprised, Mark. You know.

Well, I know. It's just my word.

Fortunately, I have an alternate plan.

So, how did Architectural Monthly hear about my place?

We're photographing all of the houses on the beach. It's part of our Homes by

the Shore issue.

You've worked there how long? Five years, but I've only been editor for

Jesse here, our photographer, has been with us since last June.

I'm the one who convinced them to go to videotape. See, we go around, we tape

the entire house for the editorial board, then they decide which room

going to use for the layout.

Oh, yeah?

I know a little something about video myself.

So we've heard.

We figured anybody who surrounds himself with such beautiful women must live in

a beautiful house.

Personally, if I lived here, I probably would never want to leave.

Well, that could be a rain.

Fresh paint?

Yeah. You're painting the house?

Well, just this room. See, it gets the most sun and the walls were really

You do very good work.

So I've been told.

Speaking of which, you want to check out the bedroom?

Hey.

Steve come here!

to buy one right next door to the salon.

Even if we weren't neighbors, I'm afraid you'd have to explain this.

Santa Claus got mugged?

It was filled with Geraldine Baxter's belongings. I want an explanation.

Do you have one?

Sure. I lied. I did litter. I threw Geraldine's stuff in the ocean, so sue

You're going to have to do better than that.

Where is Miss Baxter?

Your guess is as good as mine.

How do you explain throwing away her belongings?

She left, so I tossed her stuff out.

You never did anything like that?

Why'd you and Miss Baxter break up?

It was a lot of different stuff.

But the final straw, she told me, was how I treated your father.

She said I was rude and patronizing.

You love that?

He comes over and bugs me.

The next thing you know, she tells me I'm being rude.

So I said something back. Then she said something. Then I said something. Next

thing you know, she's walking out the front door.

Without her things.

She said I should pack up her stuff and leave it outside.

Come to think of it, that's exactly what I did.

Why'd you deny throwing the bag in the ocean?

Why'd you tell me she went to the Getty?

Why would I want to talk about it if I didn't have to?

Where do you think she is?

Wherever the fishing's good.

I'm sure Jerry's got her lines out right now, trolling for sugar daddies.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

For now.

Now, if Larry catches us here, he's going to recognize us.

Well, they say he hardly ever comes by anymore, and even if he does speak to

you, we're not breaking the law.

I still think we should have worn disguises. Like what?

Excuse me.

The agency sent you over?

Yes. Finally, some fresh blood.

Very pretty, cute body.

She'll do.

Oh, my God, Yvonne.

He's perfect.

The body's good.

Well, I do try to keep myself in shape. But there's something amiss here.

Maybe it's the hair.

Something wrong with my hair? No, it's not the hair.

Oh, see?

The face.

Face? Yeah, it's too cute.

Too cute? Yeah, we're looking for a sloopy kind of guy. Comic relief?

Then you're much too cute to be that.

Sorry.

Thank you, guys.

One, two, make the turn.

Feel the burn.

Three, four, let it drain.

Feel the pain. One, two.

Say what you will about the man. He's done lovely things with his art deco

lighting.

That version rocked.

Oh, it wouldn't surprise me one little bit if it cost him $30 ,000.

I just love that candlestick on the mantle.

Oh.

That's it.

That is it.

That's what's been bothering me.

You don't like it? I think it's lovely.

It's just lovely, but can you explain to me how Laird dropped that in the ocean

two days ago and it appears back on his mantle yesterday?

You're right.

It was in the duffel bag.

So what kind of a guy is he?

What can I say?

He's your typical male, only a little more so.

And what does that mean?

You know, he takes advantage of who he is to hit on the models and dancers.

When men like that get into a business like this, I always think the money's

secondary.

Is that how we met Geraldine?

You know Jerry?

Only slightly, but enough to wonder why she'd move in with a man like Leonard.

I know what you mean.

She's a real softie.

I tried to warn her that with Calvin, he plays strictly by his rules, but he

don't play at all.

Jerry plays for keeps.

He plays for trophies.

I take it you didn't play with him.

Frankly, I thought about it, but I don't want to get into anything I can't get

out of.

From what I hear, Calvin figures only he gets to decide when it's over.

What is she doing here? Mr. Laird.

What's wrong?

The agency center.

No, no, no. The hell they did.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

What were you doing snooping around my house?

I better be going. No, you're not going anywhere. I'll take you there. Come back

here. Get back. Let me go. Let me go.

You idiot.

What?

You're both fired.

The man was a complete control freak. I thought he was going to kill me. He

barely knows you. Imagine how he reacted when Geraldine Baxter told him she'd

had enough of him.

My dad found something on your video.

At the same time I was in a duffel bag, a certain brass candlestick was sitting

on Mr. Laird's mantle.

A game of clue. He killed her in the study with a candlestick.

Obviously, Mr. Laird put the second duffel bag in the water once he

my dad had seen him dispose of the first one. All I had to do was make sure the

second duffel bag would wash up on the beach where it could be found.

Can't wait to see that snake explain how a candlestick can be in two places at

the same time. You and me both.

I phoned him, but he wasn't home.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm going to pay a call on my neighbor. He's not home.

I know that.

Out of my way? Why is it so important you go there? You're supposed to be

convalescing, not tramping all over the neighborhood.

Laird painted a room to hide a murder. I don't care how careful he was. He left

a clue somewhere. What kind of clue?

Well, Wooden would assume that some blood was spilled. And knowing that

forensics can come up with almost anything these days, he figured that

water didn't get it clean enough. Fine.

Just wait and report all this to your son.

Well, would you please step aside?

If you insist on risking life and limb, then...

As your health care professional, I insist on coming along.

Thus dooming this endeavor to certain disaster.

I repeat, as your health care professional... All right, then. Have it

You're fired.

Okay? Now you're not my health care professional anymore, are you?

Mr. Laird, Mr. Laird. Oh, I have a very large bone to pick with you. What do you

want? I wish to lodge a complaint.

Mr. Laird, as a longtime viewer of your commercials, I can't help noticing that

you employ only the young and the gorgeous.

Good name for a soap opera. Well, I can assure you, Mr. Laird, that you may find

this a laughing matter, but I doubt if the FCC will. I'm selling exercise

for crying out loud.

Who do you think I should hire? A bunch of lardos? I think you should look to

your competition.

That nice boy, Richard Simmons, has all kinds of different people on his videos.

Some young, some old, some fat, some not so fat. Let's just say we're going

after different markets. Obviously.

He's going after people who wish to improve their health, while you simply

pander to voyeur.

Voyeur?

As a healthcare professional, Mr. Laird, I think I know the difference between

exercise videos and pornography.

Look, lady, just leave me alone, will you? I think you should call your tapes

sexercise videos, and I think you should be ashamed of yourself.

Fine. Call the FCC.

However, don't blame me if they come after you with butterfly nets.

Better butterfly nets than handcuffs.

You forgot about the candlestick, didn't you?

What candlestick?

Oh, the magical one that manages to be in two places at one time.

No matter how clever you murderers think you are, you inevitably slip up.

What are you talking about?

I suppose that's for Dr. Sloan and the police to know and you to find out. And

by that time...

It won't matter how many duffel bags you pull out of your hat.

How many times people have contemplated killing you just to shut you up? Oh, oh,

oh, oh, Mr. Laird.

Thank you, Sudie.

It was a close one.

Yes, I'd say it was.

It's funny.

How men always seem to think that they can do everything better on their own.

That's not so.

Oh, it's not just you, Dr. Sona. It's the entire male species.

I just don't want to put you in any danger.

No, that's what you say. But the fact is, men think women are generally

superfluous. I myself blame the Bible.

What's the Bible got to do with it?

You may have noticed that while God went to the bother of creating Adam, Eve

knew it was no more than an afterthought, a P .S., as it were, a

if you will.

Well, Sudie, on behalf of God and the entire male gender, may I offer you my

apologies? You may.

But what about my job?

Apparently it slipped your mind, but you fired me. Okay, it goes without saying.

I want you to stay.

Thank you.

But tell me something, Dr. Sloan. What?

How is it that so often it's the good things, the kind things, that

have to go without saying?

Oh, of course, dark supper.

Care to explain how this could have been on your mantle at the same time it was

floating around in the Pacific?

Surely you've heard of matching candlesticks, Lieutenant.

We bought these for each other on our one -month anniversary.

I'm afraid that was Geraldine's you found in the duffel bag.

I don't believe you.

That's your prerogative.

Hell, I still don't believe George W. carried Florida, but I learned to live

with it. You went out and bought a duplicate.

Gee, you know, if I were half as clever as you think I am, wouldn't I be rich?

Wait a second.

I am.

That must be my driver.

You taking a trip?

Gee, you don't miss a thing, do you?

Where are you going?

With your amazing gift for crime fiction, Lieutenant, why don't you tell

Where would the murder suspect go if you were writing the story?

Paris? London?

Mars?

Lock up, won't you?

So he's flown the coop.

And there's nothing I can do about it. Forensics didn't find anything

incriminating on the paint roller. We even struck out with a candlestick.

Well, that's baloney. People just don't break up matching candlesticks. Isn't

that right?

Oh, right.

Then tell me where it came from.

I mean, Laird's no mind reader.

There's no way he could know what we found on Jesse's video.

Well, there is one way.

And it wasn't exactly just work. No.

I was frantic.

He was going to find you in his house. I had to come up with something fast. I

opened my mouth and it was the first thing that came out.

And now, he's gotten away.

All because of me.

Oh, no, it's all right, Sudie.

I know you don't understand.

He won't.

Gee, I never thought you'd come back after what happened last time.

Even after you left, Larry just kept ranting.

Lucky for you, he's not around today.

What did you do to him? It's a long story, but I knew he was going out of

Do you happen to know where?

Rio. As in Rio de Janeiro?

Yeah. He said he heard about this hot new exercise gimmick down there called

zombicizing. You don't just sweat it off. You shake it off.

Cool, huh?

Very cool.

You do know what Brazil's famous for, don't you?

Coffee.

No extradition treaty with the United States.

Oh.

Coffee was a very good answer.

Very good. Thank you.

That's a good answer.

Coffee.

Call 911.

Sudie, you stay here.

Not on your life. My father was a fireman.

Let's go.

Yes,

I'd like to report a fire at 12487 Pacific Ridge Drive.

That's right. Thank you.

I'm sorry, he's not in right now, if you care to leave a message.

You thought of that fire?

Now you see the trouble you put me through?

You know, it's hard to believe that someone like you could ruin everything

someone like me.

If only you could have broken your neck instead of your leg.

Ah, well.

Better late than never.

Good work, folks, but we'll take it from here.

Thank you. Is there anybody inside?

No, the owner's away.

Go ahead and just answer the line.

All right.

Oh,

now I know why my dad enjoyed his work so much.

Oh, I must look a sight.

Oh. Judy, you look fine.

Oh.

Looks like somebody's been a busy boy.

Looks like they're coming along, rebuilding the Laird house.

Did you imagine he started that fire just as a distraction so it could kill

Maniac could have burned down all of Malibu.

On the other hand, if he hadn't been more concerned in getting you than was

saving himself, we might never have caught him, Darryl. That's true. He

have been synthesizing and revealed by now.

Well... At least now he's going to pay for killing Geraldine Baxter.

Mark?

Sudie! I thought you were back working at Community General. It was sweet of

to go to bat for me.

But working here with you, I found that I actually preferred home care.

Oh, really?

Yes, and so...

When I found out that your neighbor, Mr. Flemming, had broken his hip.

Oh, you're working the next door, huh?

Isn't that wonderful?

So for the foreseeable future, I will be just 20 yards away.

But don't you be a stranger.

Steve,

could I have a word with you, please?

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They've been filming in the basement some sort of ghost documentary.

There's really nothing to see down there, is there?

I hope not. There's something here.

Whoever he went, he left in a hurry. Call security, get him to the basement.

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And the husband stands accused.

Monday, the battle for the grandchild.

Mary Beth wanted us to have her. Reveals a secret that could endanger an

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I have to get custody.

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Now, CBS presents the twisted true story of Shante and Kenny Kimes.

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Oh! Like mother, like son.

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See you, son.