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A toast?

A toast to the birthday boy.

Oh, Nora, we're not going to have toast,
are we? I am.

I'm your friend. This is my chance to
get all gooey.

To Mark Sloan, may the happiness of your
past be the sadness of your future.

All the best.

That's great.

I have no idea what the hell you said. I
got one.

Ten years ago, I was a street kid with
an attitude.

I couldn't even afford that.

But now, thanks, my good friend, Mark.

I'm a third -year resident, and I work
great hours, never more than 40 a day.

And how about my pay?

I'm asking Norman, how about my pay,
huh?

Yeah.

Happy birthday, my good friend.

I owe it all to you.

And one day, I'll get even with you.

Whose story?

When I was about nine years old, my
skates disappeared one day. I looked

everywhere, in my room, the front hall,
nothing.

Till I did a little sleuthing and they
turned up in Dad's closet.

But seriously, folks, what can I say
about this guy? He's been like a father

me. And like a little brother.

And I just hope that when I'm 60 years
old, I'll still have his sense of fun.

Here's to the best dad I ever knew.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

It's very beautiful.

Well, I'm out of here.

You are?

The inspection team from the Committee
on Hospital Accreditation is due at 1.

Don't have to greet them.

Happy birthday, Mark. Thank you, Norman.
Enjoy.

Corral, be back by 1 .30.

1 .30? Yeah, Norman likes me to show the
inspection team around. He's scared to

death of them. Of course, they couldn't
yank a license.

Are you on to the White Jag out front?

I do.

You've got some outstanding warrants
there, Tom. What warrants? For what?

You've been a very bad boy.

Do you know what I think about bad boys?

You turn me on.

Happy

birthday,

Dad.

Look, Mark, I'm sorry.

You mentioned that.

Look, I got the cuffs from McCready in
security. I'll go downstairs right now

and I'll get the key phone.

Not a bad little idea.

Good afternoon, lady.

Look, it's a simple request.

I'm sorry, he's not allowed visitors.

Do you know who I am?

Yes. Then can you make an exception in
my case? I would if I could. Try.

I can't. It's doctor's orders.

Tell you what. How about I give you an
order?

What would I have to do? Let me in
there. You two step over here, please.

I haven't.

Excuse me. Is this necessary? We're both
doctors here. May I please see your

security badges?

Our what? Your security badges. We
issued some to the whole staff this

There must be some mistake. I never saw
a security badge. You mean this?

You got one?

Yeah, they were in our mailboxes.

I never look at my mail.

Let me go check and see if it's... I'm
sorry, if you don't have a badge, I have

to search it for weapons.

Would you turn around, please, sir?

I have to stop the guy with the baseball
bat.

That's wood. This is a metal detector.

You're three minutes late.

Birthday or no, you don't keep
inspectors waiting. If they don't like

see, this hospital can go condo like
fact. I'm sorry we had a little mishap.

Could you empty your pockets, please?
It's all right, young man. He's one of

Yes, sir.

Norman, what is this? Security bank?
SWAT team? Since when is everything so

tight? Since now.

I want the inspectors to see how safe
our patients are.

Is old man McCready going along with
this?

McCready has history.

I fired his buns.

I told him to clear out.

You what?

McCready's gone?

Jack. Boys, boys, boys. We are now
protected by techno. Sure, the best.

Mark, don't panic.

He's got 25 years worth of stuff to
clear out of his office. He hasn't gone

You don't let me either. You let me in
there or I'm going to steal your head.

Excuse me. Are you sure there's not a
lethal weapon?

Code 3 in the lobby. Code 3.

I got him. I got him.

Mark, this is terrible.

Sure is.

I couldn't inspect it, but he had his
theater. Let's go.

All right.

Dr.

Roger Gilliland, I'd like you to meet
Dr.

Mark Sloan, our Chief of Internal
Medicine.

Hi,

Doctor.

And where are the others? Not wandering
around unsupervised, are they?

You must be Dr. Sloan. I'm Dr. Nora
Stebbings. I chair the inspection team.

Over here, Mr. Lubin.

This is Edward Lubin, our accountant.
He'll review your books.

Oh, fine.

Well, our books always get good reviews.

When people introduce levity into our
proceedings, Dr. Sloan, I always wonder

what they're covering up. Nothing,
nothing. Our hospital has nothing to

whatsoever.

If you'll just step this way.

Mr. McCready.

Careful with those photos.

Geez, I'm busting a lifetime of memories
to be reviewing.

What do you want? You come to see the
gizmos? No, I just... What do young

like? High tech, everything on TV.

Well, let me tell you something, Mr.
Wizard. These people may have the

electronics, but they have no heart, no
experience, no innate sense of who is

the intruder and who isn't. Dad, will
you take it easy?

We've got a nice long run here. It's
time to retire anyway.

Ah, Ralph. Look.

I do love the cabin.

Oh, yeah.

Sleep like a baby with that couch screen
going all night long.

Guess that's something to look forward
to.

Scrooge.

Just a minute. It's for you.

McReady. What?

Who lost?

What do I care if Marquette lost the
game?

It's for you, McReady.

Hi.

Yeah, I heard.

I know I'm over my limit, but you'll
have it on Monday.

Leo, there's no need to threaten me.
When I say Monday, I mean Monday.

Ralph, you said you stopped gambling. I
did, Dad. Trust me. Trust you? It's kind

of hard. After I paid for three years so
you could go to Gambler's Anonymous

because you didn't mention it was free.

Everything's under control, all right?
Just chill out.

Chill out?

McCready! What? Will you go away?

Gladly, but first give me the keys for
the handcuffs you lent me. You locked

them? I thought they were for some
bimbo's costume.

Yeah, well, she got creative enough. You
just give me the keys, I'll get out of

this nut house. What keys?

I lost it down the drainpipe 20 years
ago. You think I don't let you have

handcuffs that work? I didn't need them.
Are you kidding me? What the hell am I

supposed to do? Give me the pictures.

McCready, what the hell am I supposed to
do now?

Doc, this is not a good day to ask me
that. The answer is too easy.

What?

McCready!

McCready!

Having a nice day, Jack? Fine.

Yeah, you?

Ah, same old, same old. Can you believe
today is Mark's birthday? Well, I guess

so. Wouldn't it have been nice if we
could have had a lunch to celebrate?

It would have been really good. Yeah,
well, you know, I had that appointment.

Oh, what a shame.

Oh, I got a message for you. It came in
while you were on your appointment.

From Brandy.

Strippers of Go -Go? She said that she's
going to be a teensy bit late, but that

she'll meet you at the restaurant.
Amanda, listen to me.

Strippers. Like this, you know. We
thought you'd be offended.

And I am. See? I think it's sexist and
puerile, and I can't believe that you

deliberately cut me out of Mark's
birthday party so that you could gawk at

bimbet silicone chest. Hey, there was
absolutely no silicone in... Which is

neither here nor there. I gotta go.

Dr. Stewart, T .R. Dr.

Stewart, T .R.

I know you're mad at me. Do me a favor,
okay?

Mark is showing the accreditation
inspectors around. Will you find him and

him... Happy birthday.

Yes, tell him happy birthday and also
tell him that there's no key. No key to

what? Just tell him there's no key.

Brandy. Keep it.

With this intercom, any patient on the
floor may contact the duty nurse at the

press of a button.

Now, this state -of -the -art equipment
is going to espue a hospital... Dr.

Sloan.

Excuse me for a minute.

Did you enjoy your birthday stag party?

Look, Amanda, I'm sorry about that. I
was not in charge of the guest list or

entertainment. I understand.

No harm, no foul.

Also, no key.

What?

Jack told me to tell you that there's no
key.

Would you tell Jack I'd like to see him
right away?

Does this mean he's in big trouble?

My pleasure.

Dr. Sloan, we've checked out this
nurse's station quite thoroughly. Can we

on? Yes, of course. If you'd just, uh...

Step this way.

We've had some successes, particularly
in pediatrics because of our moderate

size.

I'd like to show you our pharmacy now
with climate control storage and a

computerized inventory system that I
think you'll find is the very state of

art.

You want to see me, Dr. Sloan?

Yeah, would you step in? Excuse me,
won't you?

What? I'm sorry. I had no idea that the
key was... Who's that?

I don't know.

I'm not wearing an ID bracelet.

You call the police. I'll take care of
it.

I really thank you so much for your
patience.

Listen, why don't we take a little
break?

Would you like some coffee? Just right
in here at the cafeteria.

Thank God.

I asked Norman to take over the tour for
five minutes. It's been ten already.

Look, what time was that?

Okay, thank you.

So Nurse Dayton filled a prescription in
the pharmacy at 1 .28.

I discovered the body at 1 .47, so
that's a pretty good take on the time of

death. I'll tell Steve when he comes in.

Dr. Sloan, will you please over that big
birthday present on your desk? I'll do

it, Dolores, as soon as I get the
circulation back in my hand.

Steve. Yes.

Aren't you supposed to be checking the
computer for a guy with a broken nose?

I'm going as fast as I can. If you want
your employees to work harder, try

treating them well.

Inviting them to birthday parties, say.

Again. Look, I told you.

We thought you might be offended by the
stripper. You got that right.

Just find the guy with the broken nose,
please.

Would that be a deviated sentiment? I
don't believe this. I saw a bandage

Hey, guys.

Neutral corners, please.

I gotta get back to the inspection to
work.

Man.

All right, all right.

Hey, Amanda.

Looking all over for you. What are you
doing here?

What does it look like?

I missed my lunch, not like some people.

Oh, you found out, huh?

Look, Amanda, I am sorry, but I didn't
do the inviting.

Mm -hmm.

Look, I'm here on police business, okay?

Where's the body?

Oh, yes, we're preoccupied with bodies
today, aren't we?

Amanda, I didn't hire the stripper.

Did you look?

Well, I didn't want to hurt her
feelings.

You are a turkey, Stephen Flo.

How could you let some poor woman take
off all of her clothes just to stroke

your male libidos? I think it's sexist,
vulgar, and crude.

Amanda, can we talk about what I came
here to talk about? The murder?

Don't try to change it.

The murder?

Dad found a body in the hospital
pharmacy.

The chief pathologist wasn't available,
so I've arranged... for you to do the

preliminary autopsy here.

A murder autopsy? No.

I thought you might like the
opportunity.

You're still a turkey.

But thanks.

Steve, there you are. Have you seen
Norman and the inspectors?

Well, not here, but if you're looking
for them, I know that they're in the

other... No, no, I'm hiding from them.

Come on, let's go check out that body.

Where's the body? It's gone.

Gone? Gone where?

It didn't say.

You guys lost the body?

Well, somebody moved it, along with the
murder weapon.

Probably the killer.

What killer?

You know how hard it is to prove murder
if you can't produce a dead person?

Oh, there was a dead person. All right,
look at the blood on the floor.

It was a man, about six foot three. He
was wearing a hospital gown. He was

killed by a strong blow with a blunt
weapon to the left temple, probably from

behind. And it was a bloody nightstick
right beside the body.

Well, why was he even in here? This
area's off limits to patients.

Here's probably the reason why. Somebody
tried to jimmy the lock on the drug

candidate. Dad, please don't. That's
right.

Look, there's plenty to investigate.
We're just shy about it.

All right, dust the room, photograph it,
and take samples of the blood. But it

is not a murder investigation yet.

It's a missing person.

Missing person?

That's what he is.

That way, I don't need a body, all I
need is a name.

Oh, I didn't get his name.

What kind of hospital can't identify its
own patient?

Well, he doesn't have an ID bracelet.

So I'm supposed to investigate a murder
where there's no body and no one has the

faintest idea who's been killed?

Oh, I gotta call the station.

Where do the guys get a load of this
one?

Lorenzo Picocci. What?

The victim's name, Lorenzo Picocci.
Perhaps some women can survive on less

five million a year, but not my client.

Later, the assailant was identified as
Rupert Leverton.

Rupert Leverton? Who's he?

Well, he owns the Lotus Cafe in Beverly
Hills. He's only the most innovative

chef in the city.

Mr. Leverton used to be the acclaimed
chef and former owner until his recent

divorce of the Lotus Cafe in Beverly
Hills. Sounds like Koch took his

away from him. There's a motive. I can't
duck the accreditation team any longer.

Think you can find his new place of
business?

Piece of cake. If he's there, it's the
best restaurant in L .A.

Excuse me, I'm looking for a Mr.
Leverton.

You found him? Hi, Sarah Jane Shessa
from Tiffany Capers.

Well, I thought I'd give you one.

Oh, dear, I've forgotten all of my
business cards.

What do you want?

Well, you're a very difficult man to
reach, and when I called the restaurant,

they said they didn't know where you
were.

It's not my restaurant anymore.

She got it.

The happy harlot.

Yes, well, I did hear about the divorce,
but perhaps the best revenge is getting

rich. Now, I have a business proposal
for you.

I'm doing a rather large lawn party next
week, and I'd like to serve you a

recipe of blue corn crab cakes.

Really? Yes. Well, a recipe's not mine
anymore either.

She got that, too. See, she said she
didn't want anything.

So then she hires this lawyer.

Conch.

Conch.

Conch. Going on and on in court about
all the promises I made.

Well, maybe you shouldn't have made
them.

I never made them.

He was lying.

But I got him back.

I got him real good.

Did you?

Yeah.

I punched his lights out today.

It put a gash in my hand. I had to miss
the noon rush to go to the hospital.

They had to pour disinfectant on the
cut. And then they put stitches in it.

you know what?

Even that felt good.

It felt really good.

Well, do you remember the name of the
doctor that stitched you up?

Why?

Well, do you see this little tuck there?
Not everybody does that.

A caterer who knows bandages.

Well, I wasn't always the caterer. I
used to be a candy striper.

Now, how about those delicious crab
cakes?

Ah, yes.

The blue corn crab cake.

Mmm, yummy. Well.

First, you saute some mushrooms until
they're very, very hot.

And then?

Then you mail them to Omaha.

If I didn't give the right recipe to the
happy harlot, what makes you think I'd

give it to some retired candy striker?
Out!

Out! Out!

The washing is done with heavy doses of
disinfectant.

These special machines use superheated
water to ensure extra stability.

As you can see, everything is done with
the most scrupulous attention to the

highest sanitary standards.

Well, I know you don't want to stand
here and watch dirty laundry spin. Let's

on down the hall.

See that?

Call the switchboard at half the page.
Lieutenant Stephen Sloan. Tell him to

down here. Stat.

Make sure nobody touches that.

You recognize this?

Well, sure. That's Maggie.

Maggie? Back when I was a cop, your
nightstick was your friend. You gave it

name. These are different times.

I mean, it's hard to be fond of a TV
screen.

Do you remember where you last saw
Maggie?

Beats me. I mean, you know, I've been
looking for her everywhere.

Sometimes I put her down and forget to
pick her up.

Well, Mr. McCready, I believe that
Maggie will check out as the weapon used

murder.

You mind telling me where you were
between 128 and 147 today?

You want to know where I was between 128
and 147?

He was with me.

I was regretfully terminating his
association with the pocket.

Oh, Pucky, you were firing my butt. Dad,
calm down.

Actually, he's calmer now than he was
then.

Are you sure about the time?

Lieutenant, I will never forget anything
about that conversation.

I'm sorry about the inconvenience, Mr.
McCready. You can go back.

What's going on here?

Well, I thought I had to kill her.

They brought another murder victim here?

St. Eustace left them a quarter of a
mile away?

They didn't bring him here, Norman. He
was murdered here.

What? He was a patient.

with the accreditation inspection going
on. I could have been a doctor.

Now, something I think you are really
going to enjoy, our state -of -the -art

operating theater, equipped for really
almost any procedure imaginable.

If I go on too long and bore you, let me
know. I could go on about this

facility.

However, someone's using the facilities
right at the moment.

And if you'll just...

Follow me. I will show you the staff
room.

Hey, Steve.

I'll be ready to do the autopsy in 20
minutes.

And I know who the murderer is.

Everybody wants to be a detective.

Let me give you a professional tip,
Amanda.

You have to build a case before you can
make an accusation. No, I really do

know, and I'm going to tell you all
about it while I prep for the autopsy.

I'm sorry, Amanda.

Sorry about what?

The deputy coroner insists on doing the
autopsy downtown.

What?

He heard you lost the body once already.

I didn't lose the body. I hadn't even
seen it, and when I went to take a look,

it was gone.

Well, his gadabout days are over.

Nobody crosses this until the coroner's
van gets here.

It's because I'm a woman, isn't it?

Well, I'll have you know that I can
perform an autopsy just as well as any

Maybe if I took off my clothes, then you
might take me seriously.

Yeah, this is his bed.

What happened to him anyway?

He, um, he met with an accident. Can you
tell me anything about him?

He had a broken nose.

If you want more than that, check with
the chart doctor.

No, I don't need to look at the chart. I
just want to know some personal stuff

about him. Like, um, did he ever mention
any friends?

Or enemies?

Enemies? Aha!

Somebody dusted him, right? I knew it. I
knew it when I saw him hiding. He was

in trouble.

Hiding?

Yeah, he sees somebody he knows in the
hall, right?

He ducks behind the bed and he starts
yelling, close the door, close the door.

She can't see me. I'm dead meat.

Did you see who was out there?

Three people.

Two men and a woman.

They had on gray suits with these little
blue badges.

Have you opened my present yet?

Yes, Doris, I was just about to.

Doris Stebbings.

Who?

Norris Deming, the chief of the
inspection team. She's the killer.

Jack, we'd all like to see this
inspection canceled, but Norris... No,

all fits. Listen, she was here at the
hospital at the time of the murder.

And Koch was petrified of her.

In fact, he said, and I quote, she can't
see me.

I'm dead meat.

Well, it's a nice theory, but... Well,
you see the problems, don't you? What

problems? Well, Koch was struck from
above with force. Nora Stebbings is

five feet tall and skinny.

I mean, she couldn't ever have reached
his head with that billy club.

And I doubt if she has the strength to
break a wall, not much less a skull.

Well, I don't know how she did it yet.

I'm done.

Thank you.

If your spare conversation is over, you
were going to open my present. Oh, I'm

going to do it right now. No more
distractions. I promise, Dolores.

Mark, this is not fair. I did not lose
it. I hadn't even seen it. And by the

time I knew there was a body, there
wasn't. And now that it's back, he's

it. You won't let her do the autopsy.
The deputy coroner insists it is out of

hands. I am so tempted not to tell him
who the real murderer is.

Rupert Leverton.

Who is Rupert Leverton?

Well, he's the guy that broke Lorenzo
Coccia's nose.

Oh, well, thanks. I'll bring him in for
questioning. I've already questioned him

this afternoon.

Amanda Leverton's a dangerous man. Look
what he did to Koch.

And in throwing that punch, he got a cut
on his hand, which was sutured right

here in this hospital at lunchtime, the
time of the murder.

He told you? Didn't have to. The bandage
I saw had the same little tuck that

Jack makes when he tightens the guard.

Jack was the doctor?

Oh, I'd bet on it. That bandage is like
a signature.

Well, thanks, Amanda. That sounds like a
real lead.

A lead? I'm telling you, that man is
your murderer.

Hello.

This is no time for birthday gathering.
You're supposed to be with the

inspectors. They're complaining that
they haven't seen anything. No sooner do

they arrive in a room than you usher
them back out again.

Norman, something's come up.

Could you send them home early? I'll
give them a full tour tomorrow.

Are you crazy?

I just can't tell accreditation
inspectors to go home early. What will

think? Norman, a murder has been
committed here. The police are in there

examining the scene.

The coroner's team is here to take the
body away.

Now, what would our inspectors think of
that? I'll give them the heave -ho.

A murder.

What's with these new security people?
First the man with the baseball bat, and

now this.

A man with a baseball bat?

Oh, him.

It's quite a thing, huh?

I got so nervous, I was dizzy.

Well, I don't blame you, a man with a
bat.

Well, actually, the bat wasn't so bad. I
just get butterflies around

celebrities.

What, he was famous?

Yeah, he's the sports reporter on KCDM.
You know, that all -headline station.

What's that, Stan Fidel? I listen to him
all the time.

What do you want?

To see a patient.

Which one?

I can't remember the name. A fellow
wasn't seeing anybody.

He just had a broken nose set. I tried
to tell Mr. Bedell that, but he just

of went...

That cage is empty.

Oh, this one's faster. I'll wait.

Say, I recognize your voice. Aren't you
that guy in the radio?

Stan Bedell with sports for you. Every
quarter pass.

Every quarter, too.

Right. Shouldn't you be at work?

It's just a few blocks away. I got 25
minutes between broadcasts.

Five to get here, five to get back, and
15 to work out the aggressor.

That's why I'm here, too.

I got a hit, something.

You ever been married?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Now she wants a divorce.

Hired some hot shot lawyer.

You ever hear of Lorenzo Koch?

Koch?

Yeah, I know Koch, the cockroach.

My ex -wife's attorney.

No kidding.

Bet she hits you up some big time
alimony, huh?

World class.

But he doesn't just stop at that.

Not Lorenzo P. Koch.

Oh, yeah? What'd he do?

I was on my way to an audition last week
in New York, a network job.

Pulled up to a red light.

Two marshals jumped out, seized my car,
left me standing on the curb.

By the time I got back to the audition,
the exec had headed east and the job had

headed south, thanks to Lorenzo Pete.

Don't worry.

Your wife won't be hiring Koch.

I made sure he's never going to be
anyone's lawyer ever again.

Stanley Bedell, Lieutenant Sloan,
homicide.

I'm taking you in for questioning a
connection with the murder of Lorenzo P.

Koch. Murder?

You think I killed him?

You did say, quote, you made sure that
he'd never be anybody's lawyer ever

again. Yeah, I brought him up on charges
with the Bar Association.

You know, I might have bought that, but
you made a big scene in front of a bunch

of people at Community General today
demanding to see Koch, which puts you at

the scene of the murder.

Well, I wasn't there long. I had to get
back to work.

Community General's two blocks that way.

You can be here in five minutes, you can
be there in five minutes.

And five minutes back, which leaves you
15 minutes to work out the aggression.

Anybody that can swing a bat like that
could do some real damage with a

nightstick. Come on.

Got you peeping, Tom.

No, I'm not a peeping Tom.

Yeah? What were you doing at the locker
room window, pervert?

You relax with the sticks, lady. I'm a
doctor. A community general. We met

today, remember?

Oh, a peeping Tom with a degree. The
first man who attacked me was a lawyer.

lawyer? Yeah, a famous one. Instead of
helping me with my divorce, he forced

himself on me while I was vulnerable.

Doesn't surprise me.

You know the difference between a lawyer
and a catfish? Look, I'm a doctor,

really, okay? The Hippocratic Oath, all
that stuff.

After that shyster, I learned to defend
myself.

I got three black belts. If you'd have
touched me, I'd have bashed your face

If you're not out of here by the time I
count to three, I will. One. Fine.

Two.

Won't you reconsider?

I'm here, he's here. I'm sorry, but now
that I've got a suspect in custody, I've

got to do everything by the book.

You arrested Leberton?

No, Stan Bedell.

The baseball bat guy?

Forget about him. I told you, the real
killer is...

All

right, this time you saw it.

You put it in here. This is your morgue.
Don't say it. Don't you dare say it.

This time, you lost it.

Have a little something here for you,
Doctor.

Oh, thank you, Dolores. You're a
lifesaver.

Oh, isn't that interesting?

And only this morning I wasn't good
enough to invite to a birthday lunch.

Dolores, I am sorry if I ever let
anything bad happen to you.

Would you do me the honor of joining me
for a birthday dinner?

Kind of hard to believe you care.

You still haven't opened my present.

Sorry. I want to do it right this
minute, and if I don't, I hope lightning

strikes me dead.

Mark, would you tell him that it's not
my fault?

Part of a pathologist's job is keeping
track of the body.

The body's gone again?

See you around.

No, wait, wait, don't leave. I gotta go.

I don't want to be standing too close
when the lightning strikes.

Mr. Mitchell?

Mr. Briggs. Amigo, I'm glad you're still
here.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I
just want to express my thanks.

For what, Norman?

I checked the log in the morgue, and
there's no record of a murdered man.

In the past, you and your colleagues
have tried, against my advice, to solve

certain murders yourselves.

But at this sensitive time, with the
inspection and all, you did the wise

and covered up.

I'm grateful, Mark.

Normally, I don't want to disappoint
you, but we didn't cover up anything.

But the Morglock had no record of a body
because we lost it.

What?

Well, the last time it reappeared... You
lost it more than once?

Well, it's all right. The inspectors
didn't see it. Well, thank God for small

favors. That's a blessing.

But promise me you won't go off trying
to solve this one.

No, it's not like we go out of our way
to get involved in murder

Hey, well, it almost killed me, but I
know who the murderer is.

I told you before, Mark, it's Norris
Stebbings.

Dr. Norris Devings? Not the chairperson
of the inspection team.

That's the one, Norm. No, you cannot
accuse her. She can bury us, Mark.

I'm accusing her because she did it.

See, she hated Koch because he assaulted
her while he was a divorce attorney.

Jack, there's no way that tiny little
woman could have dealt a death blow. Oh,

yeah, there is, Mark. This woman's a
black belt.

I saw her working those sticks like
Bruce Lee. It was unbelievable.

She almost killed me.

Well, then it could be her.

No, it couldn't.

She was never out of anyone's sight.

Except for when we all went upstairs and
she wasn't there.

She's innocent. You've got to believe
me. I believe you, Mr. Briggs. Because

real killer is Rupert Leverton. He was
here in this hospital. Jack, you

his hand. And from there, Leverton went
to look for Koch.

Wait a minute.

Leverton is the guy whose hand I sutured
today?

Exactly.

And he didn't do it? Of course he
didn't. He did not. He did too.

I gave this guy five cc's of procaine
along the digital nerve.

And for the next hour, he couldn't lift
a straw, let alone a nightstick.

Which just goes to support my theory,
Stan Bedell.

The man practically confessed.

He said he fixed it so that Koch would
never be a lawyer again.

You know, Steve, that fits in with
something I found out.

What? I called a lawyer friend of mine
about Koch. He said that somebody had

filed charges against him this morning
with the Bar Association.

Well, Bedell may have said something
about the ABA, but still, he was here

today. demanding to see Koch and waving
a baseball bat.

Security had to disarm him.

Security?

We didn't exactly disarm him.

You didn't?

That bat was worth a fortune. He bought
it at some charity auction that morning.

It was the bat that Hank Aaron hit his
last home run with. He even autographed

it. So we let him keep it, and then we
released him.

You just let him go, carrying a weapon?

No, sir. We escorted him to his car.

What time was that?

1 .35.

Still works.

Bedell's in his car at 1 .35.

Drives around the side of the building.

Climbs in the window.

He doesn't want to mess up Hank's bat.

So he kills Koch with a nightstick.

He only needs five minutes to get back
to the studio and be on the air at 1

You're not talking about the stand,
Bedell.

The sports report on KCDM? Right.

He was on the air at 1 .40.

Well, the Marquette game had just ended.
He did a live bulletin with the scores

that'll have the whole story during his
regular broadcast at the 145.

You listened to the sports report?

I had a nickel on the game.

Nickel?

Norman, good work.

What? You just narrowed it down to one
suspect.

The chairwoman of the inspection team.

Mr. Briggs, Dr. Sloan. Dr. Stebbing,
this is my son, Steve.

Yes. I'm afraid I'm here on official
business.

I'd like to ask you for questions.

Questions I'm sure you could answer.

May we come in?

Thank you.

Thank you.

What is this all about?

There was a murder at the hospital
today. A murder? A fluke. It could have

happened at any hospital.

Someone you knew.

A Lorenzo P. Koch.

He's dead?

Well, it's about time.

You seem unperturbed.

Why wouldn't she? The man was
universally hated.

Dr. Stebbings at the hospital today. You
disappeared for a short while. At about

1 .30.

You mind telling me where you were?

Yes. See? She's willing to cooperate.

No, I meant yes. I'd mind.

I don't have to tell you anything.

And who could blame her? That was a very
personal question, Lieutenant Sloan.

Dr. Stebbings, you're a murder suspect.

It'd be much better if you told us where
you were.

You'll get nothing from me.

Dr. Stebbings, I'm going to have to take
you in for questioning in connection

with the murder of Lorenzo P. Koch.

No, you can't arrest her.

Mr. Lubin. Edward, stay out of this.

Edward?

She's no murderer. I can prove it.

Edward, don't say anything.

And watch you be arrested?

I'll tell you where she was at 1 .30.
Edward. She was with me.

We were... Being intimate.

Intimate as in... All right.

It's not very professional to inspectors
commandeering a hospital bed to...

Disport themselves.

But... It isn't a capital crime.

I don't believe it.

Now we've narrowed it down to no
suspects.

It's a nightmare.

A murder. Bodies disappearing,
reappearing, and all under the nose of

security firm.

I wanted to impress the inspectors, not
scare them. I should dump them, Steve.

You know, Sherlock Holmes said, once
you've eliminated the impossible,

remains, however improbable, must be the
truth.

you want.

McGreedy, how could I ever apologize?

The security people are terrible.

Metal detectors, monitors, badges, and
all for nothing.

There's even been a murder.

Really?

Well, I'm not surprised.

Look, I know we don't deserve it.

But would you consider taking your old
job back?

Hospital security needs a personal
touch.

Needs you, sir.

Brig?

Brig Crowe, pretty good.

You'll come back?

I'll be there tomorrow.

Great news, Mr. McCready.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, sir.

It's all over.

Son,

it is you.

How did you know?

I stopped asking myself why the killer
hated Koch.

Everybody hated Koch.

So I asked myself why the killer left
the body in a public place.

Why?

I never meant to hurt anyone.

I just wanted to steal some controlled
substances from the pharmacy.

And Cots surprised you?

He started shouting.

I saw the nightstick there on the filing
cabinet, and I grabbed it just to scare

him, you know?

Then he started to run for help.

Next thing I knew, I hit him.

It's bad enough you gambled. But drugs,
too?

No, Dad.

Never.

It's just that when somebody steals
addictive drugs from the hospital

They've got to notify the police.

And I figured if that happened in front
of the inspectors, the hospital would

blame TechnoSure and you could have your
job back.

But no drugs were stolen. The cabinet
was tampered with but not opened.

That's because he ran out of time in his
struggle with Koch.

Right, Ralph?

That's when you realized you had
something better than drugs to embarrass

TechnoSure with. You had a murder.

And right under the notices.

All you had to do was leave the body in
the inspector's path.

And that's why you kept moving the body.

But, Ralphie, you were okay about me
retiring.

You know I'd be happy living in the
cabin.

The cabin, Dad?

That's kind of the point.

I owed certain people too much.

I had no other way out than to sign the
cabin over to them.

Well, it was mine.

You transferred title to me last year.
For tax purposes only, not so you could

gamble it away.

But, Dad, these guys were going to kill
me.

Ralph McCready, you're under arrest for
the murder of Lorenzo P. Koch.

You have the right to remain silent.

People realize it's after hours.

You are fired.

Can I see your badge, please?

Badge.

You're still fired.

Time to close it up.

Good night, gentlemen. Good night, Dad.
Happy birthday.

Yeah, we'll send that strip room.

My birthday.

Would you mind if we didn't have that
birthday dinner tonight?

I am too tired to be hungry. Just over
my damn present.

Got it.

Go over to this.

It's not a joke, is it?

Oh, a shoebox. Just what I always
wanted. Keep going.

Tap shoes.

Oh, Dolores, how sweet.

They're not just any old tap shoes. They
belong to Mr.

Bojangles. So I'm giving them to you.

Bojangles? Bojangles.

These belong to the man. The main man.

Oh, Dolores, thank you.

Side by side All around the town Tots
sing

ring around Rosie London Bridge is
falling down Boys and girls

together Me and Molly O 'Rourke Drip the
wine fantastic

On the sidewalks of New York