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Yeah, yeah, alright, alright.

Another day at the office.

Oh, looking real good. Oh, don't you
worry, babe. Gravy train's still

I told you red nail polish.

That's gone.

Give us a ten -minute head start, okay?
Take the limo. Then cancel the show.

Cinnamon's taking Claire out the front.
The crowd will think she's you.

Hang in there, baby. They'll meet us at
the hospital later.

Mr. Taylor, how are we feeling this
morning?

Miserable, Doc.

Terrible pain.

Our patient, Richard Taylor, is a 35
-year -old male who is complaining of

and back pains as a result of injuries
at work.

Let me just get you started up a little
here. Let's have a look at that back.

What we want to remember here, students,
is to be alert to the patient.

Doc? Listen to him, of course, but also
observe him.

Watch his posture. Watch his body
language.

Doc! And what we want to do is determine
what the patient is actually telling

us. Doc!

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Taylor. Are
you trying to kill me?

No, I was just trying to see if you
could move as fast as you did last

The floor nurse saw you hop onto a
chair, fix the TV set, hop down, and

back into bed.

Detective Carson, you're under arrest,
Mr. Taylor.

Thanks, Doc.

We have just miraculously cured Mr.
Taylor of insurance fraud.

A lot of it going around.

And, madam, your card is the sixth of
hearts.

Wrong. Sign these.

Don't you have anything better to do?

If I did, do you think I would have
wasted the last ten years of my life

care of your sorry self?

You know I used to be a very good nurse.

Were you this cranky when you were a
nurse?

I never had any complaints.

Probably too afraid.

I heard that.

Hi.

Hi.

I just stopped by to tell you, I'm gonna
have to beg off a golf tomorrow.

The bunion buzzing again?

Well, only when I walk.

Or talk.

Or breathe.

Better have a look at it.

Get it up here. Easy.

I know, I know.

Ah,

sorry.

Oh, yeah. See, you've let that go way
too long.

I've got to do something about it right
away.

Look, I can schedule a procedure
tomorrow.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Let me think
about this.

I'm not so sure I want someone cutting
into my foot.

Doctor, Rick wants to see you down on
two.

Sounds more hysterical than usual.

Oh, well.

Dolores, Christine decides to have the
operation.

Give him this back.

Dad, wait a minute. Dad!

Dolores, can I have my shoe, please?

Dolores.

I'm serious.

Dolores, I'm a police officer. I need my
shoe.

Dolores, breathe.

I mean it. Dolores, this is not funny.

I've got to leave them on one more day,
maybe.

Where have you been?

Hi, Norman. What's up?

Something big happened. I mean really
big. What?

We have just admitted Shonda.

Shonda? Shonda. What's a Shonda?

Not a what, a who.

Shonda, the rock star.

The femme fatale of funk.

Oh, I think I follow your thinking,
Norman. Treat a big celebrity, get big

publicity.

That's not what I was thinking.

Exactly. I wouldn't have come to you,
but she's insisting on seeing the head

internal medicine. Oh, which way?

This way.

What have you done against a little
publicity? Nothing. Look what I did for

Betty Ford.

Excuse me.

Dr.

Mark Sloan?

Our chief of internal medicine. Hi, Doc.
I'm Mike.

Magic Mike.

Shonda's manager.

Mike. How are you?

Thanks. This is Claire.

Claire. She's one of our backup singers.

This is Shonda's drummer.

Cinnamon. Cinnamon, yeah. Cinnamon. Nice
to meet you. What's up?

Ah, if you'll excuse us, I'm sure you
can all see her tomorrow.

Oh, okay.

Okay, right.

Honey, you just stay right in bed. You
feel better, okay?

Because if I don't, you don't get paid.

Excuse me, Shonda.

Uh, where's your layman?

You've always liked that coat, haven't
you?

Why don't you just keep it?

Thank you.

Very generous.

Thank you.

Hey, um, uh... Bye, Norman.

You're in excellent hands.

If you have any problems, I'm extension.

1642.

Okay,

Doc.

Cut to the chase.

We just remember something to have a
good time.

Yeah, a great time.

Let's have a look here.

Okay, open and give me an ah.

Just an ah. Ah.

Okay.

You know, all the tests we've already
done on you have come back negative.

Mm -hmm.

Do you have any idea why you, uh...

Blacked out?

You ever been on the road for three
months doing eight shows a week?

Grinds you right down.

All right, just look over there.

That's right, just look over there on
the wall.

That's good.

Doctor told me you blacked out in
Chicago last week. What did he say?

Rest.

Tell you what.

Come with me.

Why, where are we going?

We're going to do a little therapy.

So I hear you are the queen of rock and
roll.

You've never heard of me.

Well, that's a relief.

If your age group was hip to me, I'd
think I was doing something wrong.

Check, please.

But you've got a sense of humor. That's
a good sign.

Ellie, who is Patrick?

Patrick must be some deranged fan.

He's been stalking me for months.

He sends me flowers with the heads
chopped off and leaves me messages like,

can't have you, no one will. Things like
that. It's really scary.

Did you call the police?

Yeah.

They said they can't do anything unless
you make the physical threat.

You know, maybe I can help you. My son
is a policeman.

I told you they won't do anything.

Well, let me talk to him anyway.

I better get you back.

You know, right now, the hospital is
probably the safest place you can be.

Let me go to the little girl's room
first.

Shall we?

Any pain there? No.

Okay.

Just relax your leg.

Does that hurt?

No. Good. All right.

All right. Well,

it doesn't seem to be any broken bones.

I just need to clean up that abrasion.
Excuse me. Goodbye.

Happens to you a lot, huh?

I gotta tell you something.

Huge fan of yours. I really am. I love
your stuff.

I'm beginning to like yours.

Care to examine anything else?

Uh, no.

Not just now, but if anything comes up
and anything else bothers you, you just

let me know and I'll come back, okay?

Hi, Jack.

Hello.

Uh, Dr. Sloan will be here in a minute.

Sir, are we performing some emergency
surgery?

This is Dr. Bentley.

She's famous for her sense of humor.

Your timing's not bad, either. Well, I
couldn't resist.

Um,

your friend Claire, she got some things
for you.

Your boyfriend?

No, no, no. We just work together, and
believe me, that is enough.

Oh, yeah.

It's kind of cute.

For a doctor. Yes.

But why don't we keep that between you
and me, okay?

Ta -ta, sweetie.

Can I talk to you for a moment? Yes.

Trust me, Steve, this threat's real.

Dad, Shonda has been known to pull all
kinds of fast ones. You know, publicity

stunts. Publicity stunts? I almost got
hit by a car.

A truck.

A broken left tail light.

Yeah, almost.

If he's on a case, why didn't he hit
you? Yeah, well, you weren't there. I

What do you expect me to do?

Well, I've been working on a plan.

I was afraid of that.

No, look.

You stay in Shonda's room for the night.

What? As a decoy.

In case there's any trouble.

Shonda can come and stay with me.

You? Whoa, Dad.

Don't start with me. Just for a couple
of nights.

Just to see if her fears are justified.

Well, why can't you stay with me?

Because you are going to be in Shonda's
room.

Oh, I see. This is all part of your
little plan, right?

And just how do you plan to pull all
this off?

I'm going to put a quarantine sign on
the door.

You can't seriously expect me to go
along with this. Well, yeah.

You pay the Brady Bunch much for this
place?

No, actually, I got it from Dr. Kildare.

Oh. Who's he?

Never mind.

Some guy from work?

You can sleep in here.

Steve's old room.

And I'll sleep in what?

Uh, let's see.

How about these?

Steve's old pajamas.

Yeah, whatever.

Sleep well.

Dad?

Nobody's ever done anything for me
without wanting something in return.

Not since my dad.

Hope you like pancakes.

Oh, yeah.

They're fine.

As long as I don't have to eat any.

You got any diet photo?

Oh, come on. Just try them anyway.

Doctor's orders.

What, I got syrup on my face or what?

No, I just, I think you're not half as
tough as you want people to think you

are.

I really don't care what anyone thinks.

Sorry.

I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

I get a little defensive.

These are pretty good.

Thank you.

I was just thinking about your fan,
Patrick.

Just what are you to him, or were you to
him?

I'll try and think back.

Any old boyfriends or musicians?

Even disgruntled help.

Oh, there was this one roadie in
Chicago, I think.

I don't remember his name, but I had to
fire him. When he was drunk, he came on

to me.

Where's he now?

Who knows? Roadies are like dust.

They come and go in the wind.

Who all knew that you'd been taken to
the hospital last night?

Hmm.

Mike, Claire, Cinnamon.

Why?

Well, whoever tried to run us down
couldn't have been working the loans.

Somebody had to tell them where we'd be.

Well, it couldn't have been one of them.

They're my pal.

Maybe.

Tell me a little bit about them.

Why all the questions?

Well, it seems that the police
department doesn't believe you. I

I'd look into it for you.

You do that?

You just lay low for a while.

Tell me about your pals.

Ow!

What happened?

He's scared of a little shot.

You sure he's a police officer?

Why is she my nurse? She needs to
practice.

Boy, you must be very popular.

Those are for Shonda.

It's time.

Patrick, those are for Shonda.

I never should have agreed to this. Will
you just relax? You're making yourself

useful. I'll stop by right after the
procedure.

You're not going to leave me with her.

Dolores is a very good nurse.

That's what she says, anyway.

We'll have to find out, won't we?

Dad, don't do this.

Look, I'm your only son. This is cruel.

Dr. Sloan.

How about Celebrity? Doing very well.

Good. Keep her happy, Dr. Sloan.

Celebrities like Shonda have funded
whole wings for important hospitals.

Believe in this link.

It must be built.

Hey, Mr. B, how you doing? Hey, Mark,
how's Shonda doing?

Anything we can do?

Yeah, because we don't go back until
tonight, so if you need anything...

is something.

See what you can find out about a roadie
named Patrick.

Don't do anything to Roy. Just find out
where he is.

Yeah, sure.

I'll talk to you later.

Uh, what's a roadie?

What?

What's a roadie?

Where you been?

Saturn? All right, so I don't read
Rolling Stone, so shoot me.

Claire? That's me.

Oh, I didn't recognize you without your
hair.

There's nobody here. I just figured I'd
wait.

That's cool.

So, what do you want to talk to me
about?

On the phone, you said it was important.
You heard about the attempt on Shonda's

life yesterday.

Yeah, I did.

We're looking for an ex -rody named
Patrick.

Oh, yeah.

Him. You know?

Not really. I remember him.

He had a real thing for Shonda.

I guess he made a pass at her or
something.

She really flipped out.

I haven't seen him since he was canned.

Oh, I see.

Well, thanks anyway.

Anytime.

You know, I just wonder, could somebody
be putting Patrick up to this?

What's any of this got to do with me?

Well... Someone might think that an
angry backup singer who maybe is too

to solo might have some bad feelings Is
that what Shonda told you

Let me tell you something doc

Shonda nuts has told me that If I go it
on my own, she'd have me

blacklisted at every major label in the
country.

Can she do that?

Well I sure as hell don't want to find
out.

Would you?

Not bad, Doc.

I thought I was alone.

You're Cinnamon, aren't you? Yeah.

Yeah, Claire said you might be up here.
Would you mind answering a few

questions?

About Shonda?

Is she going to be okay?

Oh, she's going to be fine. No, this is
about a roadie named Patrick.

Don't know him.

But on a tour like this, there are
dozens of roadies that change from city

city. Oh, really?

Oh, I admit I don't know much about this
business.

What happens to you if, for instance,
Shonda can't continue the tour?

I'll be all right. I'll catch another
tour or do some studio work.

You'd leave Shonda?

She wouldn't miss me.

Oh, I was kind of under the impression
that you two were lovers. Yeah.

You can say it, Doc.

See, with Shonda, love is like one of
her songs.

Short and not too sweet.

You know, she still thinks you want her.
I mean, she thinks that...

You're mad because she dumped you.

Wrong on both counts, Doc.

See, I dumped Shonda for a reason.

Nothing's changed.

Oh, I see.

Okay. Thanks.

What are you doing?

We have been driving around for an hour
and a half around the city aimlessly.

Driving, yes.

Aimlessly? What are you doing?

No.

Oh.

This is a roadie bar, the Skyline Cafe.

Yeah.

And right there is a truck with a busted
taillight.

Don't say it. I know I'm brilliant.

But do me a favor. You let me do the
talking, all right?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Now, you just happen to luck out the
last time. It is my turn.

Okay?

All right.

Can I make one suggestion?

Yeah, what?

Undo your seatbelt.

That's him playing pool.

Get off.

I've been known to play that late ball
myself.

For real or what? Oh, I'm talking to
you.

What do you say, you want to play a
game? Ten bucks?

Hey, that's not the shot I take.

The angle is all wrong.

And even if by some miracle you make
this shot, it really leaves you with

nothing.

Well, talk is cheap, girly.

Whatever. Fifty bucks is I can clear
this table.

What did I just tell you? Would you be
mad? I've been playing billiards since I

was a kid. Excuse me. Billiards?

This is a huge table with three balls
and no pockets.

Mm -hmm. Same idea.

All right.

Six ball inside.

Right, 11 ball, two banks in the corner.

Save your money.

Tell you what I'm gonna do, Patrick.

Double or nothing.

How did you know my name?

Did I say your name?

That was a lucky guess, okay?

Hang on, hang on.

Move.

I'll tell you the truth, Patrick.

Shonda told us what you...

You have to go double or nothing.

you doing here? I just wanted to check,
see how he's doing. Well, thank God he's

asleep. He complained about his dinner,
he complained about his foot, and he

still won't let me give him another
shot. In other words... He's back to

Dolores, thank you for taking care of
him.

Don't mention it. Of course, I'll never
let you forget it.

You owe me big time.

Norman, nice to see you.

Thank you.

I thought I'd pay my respects to our
patient.

Not a good idea, Norman.

Why not?

She's getting her body waxed.

Her whole body? Every inch.

I'll come back later.

I'll see that she gets these.

What's that here with that?

This. This is hot.

Hi. Hi.

What is all this?

Just a little token of my appreciation.

Like it?

Ready for your fashion show?

What?

Start with this. One arm.

Very good.

Other one in.

There you go.

Excellent. Oh, yeah. I don't know what
to say. To be completed with the...

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Mm -hmm.

You are hot. Hot, huh? Mm -hmm.

Oh, excuse me.

Hi. Hey.

All right.

What do you think? Hey. You look cool.

Cool. I thought I was hot.

Whatever. Whatever it hit, same
different.

What's going on? You've got that cat
that ate the canary look on your face.

Well, we found your roadie, Patrick.

He was playing pool in some bar down on
State Street.

All right, where is he now?

Well, um, he got away.

You see, Amanda, well, never mind. What
do you mean, Amanda? Jack, you're the

one who stuck your face into the
situation. I stuck my face?

I suppose I'm the one who called him
Patrick and blew the whole deal. Okay,

maybe I said Patrick, but he was buying
it. Buying what?

Excuse me.

Could I just find out what happened?
We'll talk about this later. What

was the guy broke a window and escaped
out the back.

So, I'll tell you something, buddy. The
amount of blood on the window and down

the alleyway, this guy cut himself
pretty bad.

Well, then we better check every
emergency room in the area just in case

need stitches.

Already did. Just waiting to hear back.

How'd you do today?

Well...

It looks to me like Claire, the backup
singer, and Cinnamon, the drummer, are

both pretty likely suspects.

They're not as good as friends as you
thought, Shonda.

What about Magic Mike?

Don't know yet.

You know, Doc, this whole Patrick thing
is scary, man. You know, I mean, I

thought at first the guy was like a
wacko fan, right? But he really wants to

kill her.

Sure looks like it to me.

Of course, if he did, you'd be a very
rich man.

What are you talking about?

Well, $2 million insurance policy on
Shonda's life, with you as the sole

beneficiary. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
That is standard procedure, Doc. Shonda

big business.

The product, got it? The product. She
goes down, she leaves a lot of debt. I'm

the one responsible. You understand.

Unless, of course, she replaces you.

Pay no attention, Doc. No, no.

Shonda's just like that, man. She blows
hot and cold all the time.

She did say something about being
unhappy with the low number of concert

And that's supposed to be my fault?

Look, let me tell you, Doc.

Last year, she's supposed to be singing
in Milwaukee. I can't find her. For two

weeks, she says it's because she lost
her voice. I find out later she's in

Nashville the whole time, probably
shacked up.

Listen, Doc.

Where it gets around.

Unreliable.

Unmanageable.

She's lucky I could even fill this tour
for her.

Now, you trust me.

She's nowhere without me right now.

Marge, I am out of here for you. I just
started.

Oh, yes.

Well, well, well.

Where are we going tonight?

A ride on the Harley, perhaps?

Oh, you're so funny. I know, but where
are we going?

Check out the collar.

It just so happens that I'm going over
to Mark's house for a little patient

follow -up. Is that all right? Excuse
me, Dr. Stewart? Yeah. There's a call

you from a Dr. Barham at County General.

This could be about a store.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Dr. Stewart.

Yeah, yeah, last night.

I'd say sometime after 5 o 'clock.

You did?

Uh -huh.

Hey, look, did you get an address on
him?

All right, that's great. Thanks a lot.

Hey, wait a minute. What happened?

Last night, a guy fitting our
description came into the ER.

The deep laceration was right on.

He had 30 stitches to sew him up. And he
gave his address at the Newhouse Hotel.

Beautiful. Let's go.

Where are you going?

I can't.

What?

I can't go?

What are

you doing?

This is breaking and entering.

The door was open.

Technically, we're just entering. Come
on.

You get in here.

Rody's home is his home.

I wonder who Rody's been calling.

I'd look at the interior decorating in
here, you know. He probably knows the

Shonda Hut line.

Hold on.

Hello?

Who's this?

This is Shonda. Who's this?

This is Dr.

Jack Stewart.

Shonda, has anybody called you today?

Yeah, this morning, but it must have
been a wrong number. They hung up as

as they answered.

Now, listen to me very carefully. I want
you to lock all the doors and call the

cops. Why? Why should I do that? Don't
ask. Just do it, okay? We'll be right

over.

He knows where she is.

There's no pulse. Hurry up, Passage.
I'll start CPR.

What are you doing out of bed?

I was relieved this morning. Oh, that's
right. How's your foot? It's fine. It's

fine. Sit down. You shouldn't be on it
anymore. You can help. Look, never mind

the foot.

You remember the roadie that was
stalking Shonda? Yeah.

You won't be stalking her anymore.

You got him.

Yeah, it looks like he got himself.

We just found him in his hotel room.

Single bullet to the head.

Apparent suicide.

Here, I got the photos.

A 9mm semi -automatic Beretta was used.

The shell casing matches the casings we
found outside on the street at your

house.

That's the gun.

Which hand was the gun in?

Right.

Tell me something. This particular
gun...

The shell casings eject on a side, don't
they? Uh -huh. To the right and

slightly back, to be exact.

So if a driver sitting in the driver's
seat, a right -handed guy, in a moving

car, then he would have to aim kind of
like that, right? Mm -hmm.

The shell casings would eject right back
in the car.

But if he fired with his left hand out
the window, the shells would eject back

onto the street where I found them.

Look which hand the watch is on.

But if he was left -handed, why was the
gun in his right hand?

Because he didn't commit suicide.

So if Patrick was murdered, presumably
to keep him quiet.

And the question is, who murdered him?

What's your guess, Mark?

Is it a man or magic, Mike?

I don't know. I still need a few
questions answered.

Maybe this will help.

My girl sounds great, doesn't she?

Where did you get that?

Shonda gave that to you?

Not exactly.

You know, I think I'd like to see Shonda
once again.

Cut! Cut!

Are you deaf?

It's not happening, Mike. I just cannot
concentrate.

This is all wrong, Mike. I cannot do
this.

Honey, why don't you take a break?

You're working way too hard.

I wouldn't want to see you in the
hospital again.

Dr. Sloan, what are you doing here?

I'm all better, remember?

I just thought I should tell you.

Patrick's dead.

Oh, God. What happened?

Well, right now the police are saying
suicide, but I think it was murder.

Murder?

By whom?

By the one person he trusted.

Loved, probably.

The one person he'd do anything for.

including planning Claire's murder and
making it look like a mistaken attempt

kill you.

Wait, wait, wait. You're saying he was
after Claire the whole time? Oh, yes,

from the very beginning.

Isn't that right, Shonda?

Why are you asking me?

Because you're the one behind all this.

You're the one who got Patrick to make
all those threats.

That attempt to run over us at the
restaurant was a way of making me scared

Patrick was a real threat.

You better have proof, Doc. I don't have
to look into that.

Would you like to know where you made
your first mistake?

Amanda found my phone number in
Patrick's apartment.

Not my regular number, but my private,
unlisted number.

I checked with the phone company, and
several calls were made to that number

from Patrick's apartment.

So what?

You could have gotten that number from
anyone.

Yes, that's true.

But I found this in Patrick's apartment.

That night, it's a phone bill for his
cellular phone.

At the time we were almost run down, he
received a phone call here.

I called the number. Guess what?

It was at the restaurant.

I think you called him when you went to
the restroom.

Doc, I think you're the one that needs
the rest.

I feel like this whole story is just
bizarre.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I do have a
concert to prepare for.

Mike, can we take it from the top,
please?

Hey, parallax.

You're going to miss the best part.

Claire was getting ready to leave you.

And without her, you had no career.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

She's nothing but a backup singer.

Jack, will you start the cassette,
please?

song. So what?

It is Shonda's song, but it's Claire
singing.

I don't know what you're talking about.
That's me on the tape. It's pure me.

Oh, then you wouldn't mind perhaps
singing it for us in person?

I have a pretty good ear. I think it
goes something like this.

Just jump in there anywhere

Sorry

When

I first examined you I noticed you'd had
that polyp removed

Didn't think much of it at the time
until Mike told me about that time you

secretly went off to Nashville.

Just so happens an old colleague of
mine, Dr. Gaty, quite a famous throat

surgeon in Nashville, as a matter of
fact, treats all the great vocalists.

He told me you removed that polyp, but
that your vocal cords were so badly

damaged you'd probably never sing again.

So you had Claire sing for you.

You could always get somebody to sing
for you, but you couldn't let Claire

away with that secret.

She was never me.

She could never be me.

She's nothing but a backup.

Oh, yeah, maybe she's got the voice, but
I got the duff.

I sweated too long and too hard to let
her walk.

I'm Shonda.

People come screaming to see me.

Me.

It's over, baby.

I got to hand it to you. You really
pulled it out, Mark. Thank you.

Where did you get Patrick's phone bill?

Well, this?

This is a grocery list Dolores gave me.
Come on. No.

What? No.

Mark, wait a minute. Mark, wait a
minute.

Dr. Sloan, can I talk to you for a
moment?

Isn't it beautiful?

It is beautiful.

Duna Shonda is well enough.

I'll discuss the new wing with her.

Well, I'm sure she'll be as impressed as
I am.

When can I talk with her?

About 25 years, Norman.