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Dr. Sloan.

I think the bullet punches abdominally ordered.

Left shoe. Take it off.

Harlan, who shot you? I didn't see them.

Monica, Wright, or Ritland.

They knew. I heard the message on Monica's answering machine.

Maybe they're in on it together.

Who? Who was in on it, Harlan?

Oh, it's a lottery ticket.

You take it.

Do something good with it.

Please.

We're losing him.

He found his car in the back of a private club called the Red Gardenia.

Well, does anybody know what happened?

Well, the busboy heard gunshots. He went outside, found Harlan on the ground,

went back inside to call an ambulance. When he comes out, Harlan's gone.

How far is it from that club to the hospital?

About a mile.

Then Harlan walked all the way to the hospital.

I guess he wanted to see you pretty badly.

Yeah.

How much is that lottery ticket worth, anyway? I don't know. Amanda's checking

it out.

Hey, Steve, you got phone call. Thanks.

Mark, how well did you know this Harlan guy?

Oh, gosh, he was my patient for years.

And my friend.

He married some society woman named Monica Walters and kind of lost touch

him after that.

One of our units just arrested a kid holding up a convenience store.

He had Harlan's wallet on him. His name wasn't Wright, was it, or Ridland?

Someone named Stevens, Jimmy Stevens.

Dad, don't get that look, okay? I'll keep you posted.

Do, please.

All right.

Look,

I think I might know this Jimmy Stevens kid.

Really? Yeah.

But if it's who I think it is, he's been in trouble before, but he's no killer.

Jimmy, man, you gotta do better than that.

Hey, look at me.

Understand this.

They're gonna charge you with murder.

I'm telling you the truth, Jack.

I hear the shot.

I go over, and this guy's on the ground, totally messed up.

I see the gun.

I take that, and it's wide, and I split.

I'm telling you the truth, Jack, I swear.

What were you doing behind the club?

I'm talking to you.

I was trying to bite into a car.

I lit the stair or something.

Somebody gonna get me a lawyer? Yeah, the public defender's on his way down

here.

Did you see anybody else?

Anybody that might have shot this guy?

No.

Nobody.

I didn't smoke this guy.

I don't do that.

You know me.

I'll talk to you later, all right?

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

I know this kid since he's born.

He didn't kill anybody.

You sure?

I'm positive.

Okay. Trust your judgment.

You know, Mark, I gotta tell you.

If it wasn't for you getting me into medical school and everything, I could

been made down there.

Buy me lunch and I'll call it even.

Deal. See you in the cafeteria.

Right.

Mark. Oh, hi, Norman.

Maybe you can help me.

Rubber gloves are disappearing.

Yes, from the supply room.

This is a big problem?

This kind of theft can spread like a virus.

Look.

People around here seem to like you. You can help me find out who's behind this

scam. And when I find out who... What?

I have been taking the missing gloves, Norman.

I have my students blow them up for the kids in pediatrics.

See?

Why do you do that?

Norman, when kids are sick and scared, they're very hard to treat.

Entertaining them is very inexpensive therapy.

This is a breach of policy.

You know, Dr. Sloan, I really try to like you, but you never make it easy for

me, do you?

Mark, I checked out your lottery ticket.

You won, I can't believe it, $13 million.

No wonder Dale Harmon was murdered.

Don't say a word about this to anybody.

Absolutely not.

Is it true a dying patient gave you his ticket?

Yes, that's right. What are you going to do with the money? I'm sorry, I have no

comment right now. Oh, come on, you've got to tell us something about this

ticket. Dr. Sloan, one more question, please. We don't want any.

Where have you been? This place has turned into a zoo.

These are requests for donations, get -rich -prick schemes, and 11 marriage

proposals. God help us.

Did they send all these flowers?

No, those are for me. And thanks to you, I've got all of my ex -husband's

relatives coming out of the woodwork.

Dr. Sloan's office.

Listen here, this isn't Quill of Fortune. This is a doctor's office. You

sick, you give us a call, okay?

This was supposed to be a secret.

I got some great news.

Dr. Sloan's office, we're not buying any.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Martinson.

Yes, yes, I know it's time for your yearly physical.

I certainly will, but I haven't... Okay, what do you got?

What do you think?

That's the boat.

120 feet, sleeps eight, crew three, all the latest navigational gear, a steal at

a million four.

You too, huh?

See, that's not my money. I promised Dale Harlan I'd do some good with it.

And you will.

You'll do some good sailing, some good fishing.

I don't think that's what he had in mind.

Well,

it's worth a shot.

I guess we don't have to have a boat that big.

You know, Dale Harlan said that only three people even knew that he had that

lottery ticket. His wife, a guy named Wright, and a man named Ridley. Whoa,

all the evidence says that Jimmy Stevens killed Harlan. Well, I'm not so sure

about that.

Come on, Dad. When Stevens was arrested, he was carrying a murder weapon and

Harlan's wallet.

That sounds pretty open and shut to me.

I got to go.

Dinner tonight.

All right.

On you.

Listen, we're going to get a nice little boat someday.

Come on, come on. You're late for Dale Harlan's memorial service.

I'm going to get to the press. It all worked out, Mark.

Oh, what a pleasure.

Not often I receive a personal call from the chairman of the board. What's going

on with our fundraising, Briggs? Well, yes, we are admittedly off to an

unfeasibly slow start, but I assure you, sir, that once we get things rolling,

we will... The board hired you to achieve our goals. Why isn't this

Why? Well, it's really quite simple, sir.

I know that this year's goal is to raise $6 .2 million.

I pledged myself to making the Wainwright wing my first priority.

Where are you going to get the money, Briggs?

Where? That's right, where?

That's a good question, sir.

Can't you give me a straight answer?

What are you going to do about it, Briggs?

It's as good as done, sir.

Emergency! Get out of the way!

Hospital administrator at one o 'clock.

Where's Dr. Sloan? I can't get through to his office. He's around here

somewhere.

Oh, my God, he's supposed to be dead.

Check his vital signs.

We're heading for a second opinion right now, Norman.

Mark.

Mark, we really have to get together.

I have some very important projects to discuss with you.

Projects that I think you're going to love.

I'll give you a call.

Will you take it easy, Jack?

Patience.

Patience is the better side of virtue.

Is this the Harlan funeral?

Yes, it's just finished.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Wait a second. I saw you on television.

Yes. You're Dr. Sloan. That's right. Yeah, I'm Larry Wright.

You know, that lottery ticket, it belongs to me.

What? Yeah.

I'll be in touch.

Dr. Sloan. Mrs. Harlan, we have never met, but I wanted to tell you how sorry

am. I want that lottery ticket.

Boy, I understand how upset you must be.

Dale gambled away $500 ,000 of my money. He lost it to some crook named Ridland.

Yes, Dale did mention Ritalin to me. Who was that man who just left?

That is Larry Wright. He's the man who introduced Dale to gambling.

And now Ritalin is after me to make good on Dale's markers, and I will do that

as soon as you give me that lottery ticket. I wish I could do that, Monica,

it was Dale's dying wish to be given to charity.

Breathe.

Just take a deep breath. Take a deep breath. She'll be fine.

Breathe. Are you all right? I am sorry.

That's the only time that's ever happened. Maybe you'd better see your

physician. Oh, poor Dr. Kelly died six months ago. Oh, I'm sorry.

Dr. Sloan, if I feel worse, may I call you? Of course you may. There's at least

I can do. Oh, thank you.

You are every bit the man Dale always said you were.

You can ride, Dr. Sloan.

Who are you?

I work for Alex Ridland. He'd like to meet you.

Oh, Ridland. I'd like to meet him, too.

Hmm. Nice leather seats.

Oh, thank you for coming, Dr. Sloan. I'm Alex Ridley. Hello.

Terrible what happened to Dale, wasn't it? Yes, yes, it was.

I understand Dale was a member of the club here.

He came here often to relax.

And sometimes gamble.

Sometimes.

You know, according to his wife, Monica, he didn't exactly break the bank here.

He owed me $497 ,000, which he promised he would pay me out of his lottery

winnings.

Dale told me how he wanted that money spent.

He didn't mention you or the club or any gambling debts.

Well, that's an unfortunate oversight.

I assure you we discussed that the night he died.

I don't doubt that.

You know, I don't think that Dale was killed by that kid they arrested,

Well, well, then who did it?

Well, wouldn't you think?

Somebody who knew about that lottery ticket.

The evening that Dale Harlan left my office, Mr. Landers and Mr. Quill were

high -stakes game, and because of that, I didn't leave my office. Now, anyone

around here can attest to that.

Well, I guess I have a genuine mystery on my hands, don't I?

Dr. Sloan, I really think you should pay Mr. Harlan's debt to be out of the

lottery winnings.

That's the right thing to do.

Would you like to give Dr. Sloan another ride?

What?

Back to the hospital. Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Appreciate it.

Could have waited outside the club and shot him.

We better increase Mrs.

Foster's medication.

Maybe Riddler had some kind of secret entrance so he'd get in and out of his

office without being noticed.

What about Eckstein?

Discharge him and tell him to stop snorting.

What do you mean, like those swinging walls in the movies?

Yeah. You know, my great -uncle Louie was a bootlegger and he had one of them.

He did?

Yeah, I told you about him.

That'd be interesting to find out if Riddler has one.

Why don't you look at these numbers up, Mr. Wilson?

Better take another culture.

You know, one of the last things Harlan said before he died was that he heard a

message from Larry Wright to Monica on Monica's machine.

Now, there is a tape I'd like to hear.

Monica, Harlan, what's going on? Well, her late doctor was a colleague of mine.

That is the last checkup report she has as she's in perfect health.

I'll get it, Shirley.

Why, Mr.

Sloan, what a night to cry.

I have, to tell you the truth, been a little concerned about your fainting

spell. How have you been feeling, Mrs. Harlan?

Lonely. Would you like a drink?

No, no, thank you.

May I ask when you had your last checkup?

I've been a naughty girl, Doctor, not very recently.

What?

What is it?

Do you have a room that's a little bit darker, maybe in the office?

Just like to check your pupils, if I may.

Yes.

Okay, just look at the wall over there for a second.

Is there a problem?

Well, let's hope not.

Let me take your pulse.

You can take anything you like, Doctor.

I'll take this one here.

Just to breathe normally, Mrs. Harlan. Well, that won't be easy.

How well do you know this Larry Wright?

Hardly at all. Why?

Well, he seems to think that lottery ticket belongs to him. Oh, that money

should go to me, but we can talk about that later.

Well, your pulse is slightly elevated.

But to tell you the truth, the resting pulse is only half the picture. I'd like

to test you after you've had some strenuous activity.

Well, you're the doctor, doctor.

Why don't you run up and down your staircase three times?

My staircase?

Or you can come to the hospital and I can put you on a treadmill. No, I hate

hospitals.

You won't go away. No, of course not.

this week, okay?

Let's have a listen here.

Thank you.

Now your pulse is well within the normal range. Of course, if you'd like to come

in for a physical, I can arrange it.

Aren't you going to stay for lunch?

Oh, I wish I could, but I am also a teaching doctor, and I have a class

for me right now.

Maybe some other time.

Any time at all, doctor. Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

I don't know any.

Well, if you're going to, somebody's sending you a pot -bellied pig. Said

the pet of the future.

You tell them I don't want any.

Maybe the pig can answer this mail. I have to talk to you.

Oh, come right in, Mr. Wright.

Well, actually, it's Dr.

Wright. I'm a dentist.

Oh, I see.

What can I do for you? Well, you know, over the last three years, I loaned Dale

Harlan nearly a million dollars to cover his gambling debts. A million dollars?

Yeah, well, we were very close friends, and he assured me that his wife would

cover his loans, that I would be paid substantial interest. You see, I have

signed notes right here.

Well, then why don't you go to Mrs. Harland and collect?

Well, actually, I don't know her that well, and besides, her attorney says

Dale forged her signature, so these notes really aren't legal anyway.

And I didn't have the ready cash that Dale had promised, so I missed out on a

commodities deal which would have netted me over $10 million.

So you figured the $13 million is yours. Yeah, right. I mean, you add in the

interest, sure. I'd say so. So, you have the lottery ticket and the obligation

to pay Dale's debt.

Well, I'm afraid I don't see it that way, Dr. Ryan.

Oh.

Maybe you will.

Alone.

Jack is online, too.

Oh.

Jack? Where are you? I'm at the Red Garden.

You what?

I'll explain when you get down here.

Dr. Song.

Oh, Mr. Ridley. Want to test your luck?

Not much of a gambler, I'm afraid. I've got about enough cash to get out of the

parking lot. Your marker's good here.

After all, you're about to come into a fortune.

Well, it seems to be my lucky week.

Why not?

Is 20 in credit enough?

Oh, more than enough.

Hey.

What's your game?

I think I'd like to try the blackjack.

Dr. Sloan. Well, you treat him well.

Yes, sir.

Good luck. Thank you.

Jack, what are you doing here?

I had some time off.

The head dealer here is a guy I know from the old neighborhood.

Owes me a couple of favors.

Could be very, very dangerous.

Only if you blow my cover.

Place the bet. Ten chips.

See those video cameras behind me?

Ridland is going to see me deal you second.

Is that good?

He pulls me into his office, boom, I get a look around.

Blackjack.

Promise me you won't do anything foolish, will you?

All you got to do is let me look good.

Yeah, how do I do that?

You just did.

I was clipping me for 20 bucks to impress Ridland.

Like 20 ,000.

Mr.

Ridley. You wanted to see me?

If there's a next time, you stay out of my office until you're invited in.

Sure. What's up?

You took Dr. Sloan down dealing seconds?

Yeah. So what's the problem?

I told you I run my operations strictly legitimate.

Come on.

20 grand to a guy worth 13 million.

I gave you an order.

All right.

But you're wasting my talent.

Well, not quite.

I want you to deal the big game tomorrow night.

You won't be sorry.

Come here and listen to this.

Monica, this is Larry.

Meet me tonight, 6 o 'clock, at the same place.

It's important.

That's from Monica's answering machine.

It sounds like they're lovers.

And they definitely lied about barely knowing each other.

They could be just covering up an affair.

Or it could be they both together murdered Dale Harland.

Well, either way, how are we going to prove it?

I have a plan.

Oh, no.

Her name is Miss Piggy, and she's all yours.

Is this Dr. Wright's office?

Yes, it is.

Fabulous. I'm Amanda Bentley from Magic Makeovers. We talked this morning.

I'm here to fill in for you so you can get that Magic Makeover.

This is incredible.

I can't believe I won a free makeover.

Girlfriend, believe it, because you've won free nails, free makeup, hair, the

works. All you have to do is present this certificate to Susan, your personal

cosmetician, and she'll take care of all the rest.

Great. Oh, I told Dr. Wright I had some personal business.

Didn't say what.

The appointment book's right here.

And Dr.

Wright's in there with a patient.

Oh, and whatever you do, don't interrupt him. He'll bite your head off.

Oh, I won't then.

Bye -bye. Bye.

You're the one with all the money, and I'm answering the mail.

You're absolutely right, Dolores. I'll pitch in and help some here.

Phone.

Oh, this is terrible. The man totally blew up and burned his house to the

ground. Give me that.

He's living in a vacant lot now.

And you're going to be his roommate if you keep following every con artist that

comes along.

I've been crunching the numbers.

And for 6 .2 million, you could transform Community General into a major

center.

Is that a pig?

Yes, it is, Norman, but I can explain that. It's not necessary, Mark.

I'm sure you have a good reason for keeping that animal for research.

Is this a good time for us to go over these figures?

Hello? 6 .2 million. Dr. Sloan, he's looking for you.

Oh, excuse me, Norman. Later. Of course, Mark. Anytime.

I wish not to see that creature in this hospital again.

Unless he has an apple in his mouth.

Comprende? Yes, Mr. Briggs.

He's barbecue.

Thank you.

Don't worry, honey.

If I'm going to stick an apple in anybody's mouth, it'll be his.

You're out there.

You're looking up at a million stars.

You know, and the moon is just reflecting. Excuse me, you wanted to see

Yeah. I'll call you later, Benny.

Listen, Dad, have you given any more thought to what charity's going to get

12 and a half million?

That's... 13 million.

Well, I figured you should get a little fee for your troubles, you know.

And I have found a great boat for only 500 ,000. Nice try, Steve.

Now, did you bring me the crime photos I asked for? Mm -hmm.

You know, I shouldn't encourage you like this. Yes, but you want to stay in my

will.

Well, this is the rear of the Red Gardena.

And that's where the car was parked.

There's a dent in the door.

Does this say something to you?

I don't know yet.

Well, I'll just keep these pictures from my collection if you don't mind. Thank

you.

I need you to tell me if you saw anybody go in or out of this door.

No.

No. No, but... The judge wouldn't go for bail.

I know.

Need anything?

Somebody else's lock.

I'll tell you something, my friend.

If you get out of this one, you have to change a couple of things, you know what

I mean?

Yeah.

And I want to.

All right.

Okay,

Mr. Moore, we'll see you next Tuesday, all right? All right, we'll see you

Who are you?

Oh, I'm your temp.

I'm filling in for Lucy. She'll be in tomorrow.

I have some messages for you.

ADA meeting is on Friday.

Baker canceled.

Mr. Pickett has a terrible toothache.

Monica Harlan wants to see you.

Does she?

I'm going to be closing up early today.

You can lock up.

Bentley.

So was Monica.

I thought you liked this.

Dr. Sloan, what are you doing here? Wait a second. Wait, if it's not my temp,

Monica, I think the good doctor sent us both phony messages.

You set us up?

Why?

Look, Dale was killed because of that lottery ticket. Now, only you two and

other person even know he had it. You think we killed Dale?

Well, it's a reasonable assumption.

After listening to your answering machine and finding out you two have a

relationship.

Relationship? One night at the club, Dale and I argued.

I had way too much to drink.

As I was leaving the club, this dentist picked me up in the parking lot.

By the time I came to my senses, I was in that room making the biggest mistake

of my life. Oh, you're right.

If it was the biggest mistake of your life, why did you do it again?

I was having a breakdown.

So you aren't really all that close. No, not anymore. And we did not kill Dale.

Well, then you wouldn't mind telling us where you were when Dale was murdered.

Yeah, well, we were here.

The unfortunate night that I referred to was the night that Dale was murdered.

Yeah, and if you don't believe us, you could ask the boy who brought up our

dinner from the Chinese restaurant.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I think I owe Monica an apology.

Where's Dr. Sloan? Out.

When will he be in? When he comes back.

It's imperative Sloan gives his proposal his undivided attention.

Fine. Put it on the proposal pile.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

This is vitally important.

This is the Wainwright link.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Top priority readouts go there on my desk.

Thank you, Dolores.

You're welcome.

away with this.

Stop those men.

What's going on here?

Mrs. Harlan refuses to pay her husband's debt.

Mr. Ridley's doing a little collecting. Well, you just can't take her property.

You gonna stop us?

you out of your mind?

If Ritalin thinks that I am going to take this lying down, then he is messing

with the wrong muchacha.

Now, I checked out that Chinese restaurant, and Monica and Wright were

definitely in the room.

So that leaves Ritalin, who supposedly was in his office.

I'm telling you, there's a secret door in that office somewhere.

What's that? What are you looking at?

Harlow's car.

You notice how it's parked right next to the club?

What's that supposed to tell us?

I don't know yet.

Jack, how long before Ridland lets you deal that big game upstairs?

Tonight. Why?

Deal me in.

Mr. Sloan, nice to see you. Mr. Ridland, nice of you to give me a chance to get

my money back. This is Amanda Bentley.

How do you do? She's helping me figure out how to get rid of my lottery money.

I'm sure she is.

I hope you like poker. I love it. I haven't played since my pre -med days.

That ought to be fun.

Jack, you remember Dr. Sloan? Good evening, sir. Hi.

Oh, you're going to play, too? Oh, yeah. Great, great.

All right, young man.

Give me the best you got.

Tough luck, sir.

$5 ,000 to you, sir.

$5 ,000.

Oh.

Let's see.

Well, you show yours first, right?

Fallout, aces over kings.

Oh, gee.

Oh, I got her twos.

Sir, four deuces beats a full house.

You mean to tell me I won again?

Boy, oh boy, am I hot tonight.

It sure is, baby.

I did not know that a flush be the strength.

You want some of these?

Maybe, maybe, baby.

Everybody's agreeable. Why don't we take a break?

Get some refreshments.

I could show you some drink about now.

Waitress, ginger ale all around here.

May I see you for a moment?

What the hell is going on? I told you to take him. Take it easy.

I'm just setting him up so he doesn't catch on.

Sloan wouldn't catch on if you dealt him five jokers. Come on, shall we?

You got it.

Four king.

Well, you are not going to believe this.

Four aces.

I have always been lucky, but never anything like this.

Sir, you missed one. Oh, thank you.

Uh... Whoa, look at the time. That's it for me.

No, so soon? The evening's just beginning.

Oh, maybe for you. I have to take out a gallbladder in exactly six hours.

And patients get very peeved when the surgeons fall asleep during their

Yes, now, we'd like to collect our winnings, if you don't mind.

Well... If you'll just wait here for a moment, Doctor, I'll be right back.

You're not getting away with this, Ridland.

Monica, there's been a misunderstanding.

Sloan!

You know, you're a very clever man, Mr. Ridland.

Rigged poker games, secret exits.

Look at this.

The paint on that door matches Dale Harlan's car.

What do you think?

The night Dale Harlan was murdered, he came right here to the club.

Parked right here next to the door and went to your office.

When he left the office, you went out the secret exit and came out that door

shot him.

And you searched him for that ticket.

You didn't find the ticket.

But you almost got away with murder if you hadn't dented Harlow's door when you

opened it.

Now, I'll bet you that the paint on that door will match when the police test

it. That's what I think.

What do you think?

I think you figured it out.

And your luck just ran out.

I think I should tell you that my son's police officer.

Really? Congratulations.

Perhaps you'd like to meet him.

Hi.

I'm the son, and you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent. I know my rights. I want my lawyer.

Well, I guess congratulations are in order. Thank you.

Good thing I put a little paint on that door, huh?

It looks like it worked.

Well, thanks to you two.

And it looks like your day's not over yet.

Mark!

Go talk to that policeman.

What about?

Didn't I do what you said? I arrived exactly at 10 .30. I shot the place up.

Nobody could have done it better, Monica. But do you recall our discussion

using blank? Oh, that wouldn't have been nearly as effective.

Now tell him I want my gun back.

And call me.

I need to be examined.

Well, after all, I am a doctor.

Yes. Yes, you are.

Pleasure to present you with this check for $15 million.

Thank you very much.

Look at all those zeros.

Is there nobody who can give us money, Dr. Sloan? Yes, I'm going to donate it

a community general hospital.

Yes.

Yes,

I was looking at the proposed project yesterday, and I noticed that something

feel is very important to the community was the missing. So, as a result, in the

name of Community General Hospital, ten fully equipped mobile medical clinics

will be sent to the less affluent parts of our community.

What?

And serving as our community liaison...

I'd like to present to you Mr. Jimmy Stevens.

I love him.

Who is good?

Who, him?

It's just, uh, this guy's got a lot of experience redistributing money.

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