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William P. Bissell, to see Norman Briggs.

Ah, yes, sir.

I think she's heard of me.

Round the whole world his dread name shall sound, and reach to worlds that

yet not be found.

Abraham Cowley, The Davidians, 1656.

Mr. Bissell, what a pleasant surprise.

My personal attorney, Horace Blaustein.

Blaustein?

What's this?

Mr. Bissell is suing community general for malpractice, gross negligence, and

anything else I can think of. Your attorneys have 30 days to respond.

Where's Dr. Butcher?

Beautiful job, doctor.

Thank you for the assist, doctor.

I can't think of five people in this city who could have done that operation.

Oh, I think you're exaggerating just a bit, Mark.

Okay, six.

Well, I've got another one in two hours.

Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

Don't you like donuts? You've got yourself a deal.

Mark.

Dr. Fielder. Dr. Stewart. I did the work about Mrs. Palmieri. Oh, good.

We'll go have a coffee. Want to join us?

No, thanks.

I'll leave this on your desk.

She didn't want an overcoat.

Obviously, he hasn't forgiven me.

Well, it would have meant a great deal to him to be on your surgical team. I

know he's a particular friend of yours, Mark. I never interfere with my

surgeon's decisions.

He's too cocky. When you think you know it all, that's when you stop listening

and you start making mistakes.

He's a good doctor, Karen. Dr. Fielder, Mr. Briggs would like to see you in the

conference room on the double.

Jenny, you look absolutely radiant.

Oh, I do?

Thank you.

I'm in love, Doc. lung.

It's great. You should try it sometime.

It's great.

No, I'd rather have a jelly bean.

Ah, Dr.

Butcher.

How nice of you to join us.

Dr. Fielder, we're being sued.

You botched the operation.

Now.

I'm in constant pain. I'm unable to walk. I'm unable to sleep, and I can

function. If you'd listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't be in pain. I

told you it was impractical to operate on both knees at once. And I told you

that I could not manage time to have knee replacement surgery twice.

Have you been doing your therapy?

I haven't had time.

But guys, it hurts too much.

Excuse me.

If you won't follow instructions, doctor's orders, if you will, how do you

expect to recover?

Who the hell are you?

Mark Sloan.

Chief of Internal Medicine.

Do we have one of those for him?

Afraid not.

Well, I'll catch him later.

You should be using a walker instead of that wheelchair. You should be having

pool therapy three times a week, physical therapy twice a week.

I own six television stations, seven radio stations, and 14 newspapers, and

hardly run themselves, young lady.

Then learn to live with the pain, Mr. Bazell.

That is exactly the unfeeling and insensitive reaction that I expected

Doctor. And I'm sure that my readers and listeners will be equally outraged when

I quote you.

You're not going to try this case in the press, are you? He has to, Norman.

They'd laugh him right out of court.

I'm going to expose this hospital and everyone in it for the bumbling

incompetence they are.

And when I'm finished, there won't be a potential juror who isn't familiar with

every sordid detail of your pathetic lives.

And then we'll see who has the last laugh in court.

You're sick.

Twisted and sick.

You refuse to do anything to help yourself, then you blame me and the

If your friend is a doctor, send him to the house of your enemy.

Portuguese proverb.

Put it on your tombstone.

I like her. She's feisty.

But you still plan to destroy her career, huh?

One time.

I bought a hotel so I could fire the entire staff because room service served

eggs cold.

What do you think?

I think you still have to try the case on its merits, Mr. Bissell.

Which means you'll lose.

Well, we'll see.

Mr. Vassell, isn't there some way we can reach an accommodation?

What do you have in mind?

I've rescheduled your next operation to tomorrow.

Don't think I'm in any condition to operate this afternoon. I know how this

upsets you, but the man's shooting pot shots in the dark.

Even a blind man can hit something with enough ammunition.

Can he?

What? Hit you.

Well, everyone has something they would rather not have revealed to the world.

Well, I guess Norman finally figured out a way to make this hospital some money.

He's renting out office space.

Get a hold of Caldwell and tell him to see how he's doing with the affiliates.

Yes, sir.

And then get me a hot in Tokyo. I'll talk to him first. All right, Mr.

Just exactly what's going on here.

An accommodation.

I had no choice.

You heard the hotel story.

He intends to do the same thing to this hospital.

Why is he so vindictive?

Apparently, he was very poor as a kid. His mother died in a charity ward.

Oh, so now he hates all doctors.

In exchange, Flaring befell to conduct day -to -day business from this

He's agreed to follow Dr.

Fielder's therapy.

Norman, he's taken over three rooms.

Patients who really need them are being evicted. I've arranged for other

accommodations. There's that word again.

And if his condition improves, he'll consider dropping this lawsuit.

Norman, the suit is groundless.

Then we'll win the battle in the courtroom and lose the war in the press.

Amigo, he can do irreparable damage to all of us. As administrator, I have one

function and one function only to protect this hospital.

By opening the doors to the man who wants to destroy it.

I have no choice, my friend.

What the hell do you think you're doing? Cleaning house.

I am chief.

financial officer of this company. No, not anymore.

You are not shipping me off to Stuttgart.

No, we need somebody to head the European division.

And the executive committee thinks that you're the best man for the job.

You are out of your mind. If you think I'm going to go from CFO to division

head.

Coddled you, I babied you, I promoted you for the last 16 years, Tommy. You

my heir apparent.

But you just couldn't wait.

You've got to start laying off the painkillers. They're making you

You've visited every member of the board of directors lobbying for my job.

Just until you get back on your feet.

Now, once you got my job, it would have taken a howitzer to blast you out. I'm

just making a preemptive strike.

I love Stuttgart.

Especially in the wintertime.

This is not finished.

If you want to knock down Dragout, you're going to get it.

You know what your husband is trying to do to me?

Stuttgart? I hear it's lovely in the winter.

Don't get smug with me, Emily.

I'm just pleased you'll find me getting what's coming to you after plotting

against him the way you did.

You know something?

You might be next.

I beg your pardon. Oh, yeah.

He said he was cleaning house.

Careful he doesn't sweep you out, too.

close call. He could have been seriously injured.

Just some torn cartilage.

He'll be up and around in no time.

Now get some rest.

Insurance forms to be filled out.

I'll take care of it.

Welcome to the garden of torture.

The doctor is a patient.

Let's see how it feels on the other side of the scalpel.

Somehow, seeing you lying in that bed just makes me feel...

Mr. Bissell, you all right?

Mr. Bissell? Mr. Bissell?

Nurse!

Murdered? Bissell was murdered?

That's right.

He was made to OD.

Amanda, on anti -bremed?

That's next to impossible.

Bestel's regular shot was given at 7 p .m.

In order for the second shot to have been fatal, it would have had to have

administered within the hour, between 7 and 8.

Visiting hours.

All this talk of murder boring you, son?

I'm sorry, Dad. Late night.

When did Bestel receive this mystery shot?

Uh, between the third and fourth toe of his left foot.

Obviously, someone didn't want it discovered.

Wouldn't he have felt that?

No. No, his lower extremities were in so much pain. We did have him on

painkillers, but I doubt very much he would have felt anything short of a

baseball bat.

Do we know who his visitors were?

His wife, Emily. That's all anybody remembers.

Yeah, we ought to check out the visitor he had earlier.

It was some guy came flying out of his room, yelling and screaming.

What guy?

Well, whoever he was. The cell was going to send him to Stuttgart, and he was

not a happy camper.

I'll see what I can dig up.

Oh, Steve.

Would you please get some rest for all of our sakes?

Okay, we'll regroup in the morning.

Oh, wait a minute, Mark. You're leaving out the key suspect.

I didn't know we had a key suspect.

Karen Fielder.

No, come on, Mark. Bissell was out to ruin her.

Now, that's motive.

And she certainly had means and opportunity.

I've worked with Dr. Fielder for almost two years now. She saves lives. She

doesn't take them. What do you know about her?

Damn fine surgeon.

Is she married?

Have kids?

The fact of the matter is, none of us knows anything about her personal life.

How are you doing on the sale?

Haven't found the combination yet.

Well, it must be in here somewhere, unless that SOB memorized it.

Thomas Taylor?

Lieutenant Sloan?

Hello, sir.

Oh, you're pretty blase.

Guess you must have seen it all, huh?

Matter of fact, I could use a cup of coffee.

Dan, a cup of coffee for our friend, please.

I see you've heard about William Bissell.

Yes, he was my mentor.

My friend.

Practically a father.

You're the new CEO?

That's what the board wanted.

I thought you were on your way to Stuttgart.

Bill and I were still discussing.

Thank you.

Mr.

Taylor, can you tell me where you were between 7 and 8 o 'clock last night?

I was in my office down the hall.

Can anyone verify that?

Afraid not.

My God.

And the body's not even cold yet.

Well, Emily, how nice to see you looking so robust.

It's in your hour of grief.

I need to get into the safe.

What for?

Personal papers.

In the office safe?

My love letters.

Well, that could be my guess.

I need the combination.

Now, I can't believe that in a marriage as close and loving as yours...

Bill never shared that combination with you. Now, what was that you were saying

about cold bodies? That's... Not nice to do in front of a police officer.

Mrs. Patel, you were visiting your husband last night, is that correct?

Yes.

How long were you there?

From 7 to 8, the entire hour.

Did you leave the room at any time?

Once, to stretch my legs.

I went to the lounge and got a cup of coffee.

Did you see anybody else coming in or out of the room?

Just the nurse.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find a safe cracker.

I wonder what's so important in that safe.

Since when are you interested in the outcome of my operations?

Since William P. Bissell died.

You prescribed four cc's of antipyramid, right?

So?

Seems like a pretty strong dose to me.

Are you questioning my confidence, doctor? Are you accusing me of murder?

you doing so in front of my colleagues to embarrass me? Stop grandstanding,

you're right. What right do you have to question or to accuse?

One of your patients was murdered.

Doesn't that make you a little curious?

William P. Bissell was a tyrant.

He liked to inflict pain on others.

He's better off dead, and so is the rest of the world.

Yeah, especially you.

Now he can't go after you.

Not a bad motive.

What do you think, Doc? You think your peace of mind, your medical reputation,

your financial stability, is it worth killing for?

I know why you're doing that.

It's because I rejected you for my surgical team.

Were you on the third floor between 7 and 8 last night?

Go to hell.

Who are you?

Right now, I am a very angry orthopedic surgeon.

Hey, I don't want to hear that.

I mean, who is Karen Fielder?

Where did she come from? What was she afraid Vassell was going to find out

her?

Didn't I have that yesterday?

You had chicken yesterday.

Well, what's this?

Pot roast.

Looks like the same sauce.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

You don't eat this stuff?

I brown bag it.

Ah. Listen, tomorrow, would you bring me one little brown bag?

Dormant. They're beautiful.

Just the hospital's way of saying get well soon to a valued member of its

Oh. That's the strange thing. Put this in water.

Leave the price on.

Norman, would you take a bite of that, will you? Oh, no, Mark. I just had

Just a taste. Just a taste.

What is it? They say it's pot roast.

And damn good pot roast it is.

Norman, look at this.

There's butter, white bread, cheese, white sauce, a dumpling, cauliflower

more cream sauce.

Here's a bread pudding with what appears to be the same white sauce. Did your

dietitian ever hear of cholesterol?

You are not a heart patient. This is a perfect diet for an injured knee.

There is no diet for an injured knee. Mr.

Briggs, I cannot function with this man harassing me anymore.

I am trying to conduct a murder investigation, Miss Marley. You were the

gave Buscelli a shot. As prescribed by Dr.

Field. Jenny, did you see or hear anything unusual that night?

Well, I don't know if it was unusual or not, but Mr. Buscelli and his wife were

arguing. What about?

I don't know. I just heard loud, angry voices. Did anyone come into that room

besides his wife?

Well, um, Dr. Fielder.

What time?

Just as I was going on my break, so, um, around 7 .35.

Okay, well, thank you, Miss Morley. We'll be in touch.

Miss Morley, I hope this doesn't influence your decision to stay.

Jenny, were you going to leave us?

Don't you point to it anymore.

Would this have anything at all to do with your being in love?

You certainly know how to boost morale.

What would I say?

This is Morley.

Lieutenant. Norman.

I said it before.

Fielder. I don't believe it.

Well, I gotta get over to the courthouse.

Both his wife and the new CEO were awfully anxious to get into Michelle's

I'm going to try and beat him to it with a court order.

I feel so frustrated and trapped in this bed.

I'd give anything to trade places with you.

Would you mind sharing with me the reason for this extreme exhaustion

suffering here?

Well, it never rains but it pours.

The past couple of months I've had no female companionship, and all of a

I've got two ladies in my life.

Keep me busy. I can imagine.

That's all I can do from the beginning.

Dolores? Listen, get down here on the double.

Wow, this thing has more controls than a 747 on it. Where'd you get it?

Well, it's Mr. Bissell. Thought he wouldn't be missing it.

How'd he start it? Well, actually, what you do is you take that button and

you... Ma!

Uh, Dolores!

Whoa! Mechanized wheelchairs are not allowed in this hospital.

Since when?

Since you terrorized half the nurses on three.

That was just a test run. I have it under perfect control now. No, will you

forget about the wheelchair and tell them?

I've discovered some disturbing things about Dr.

Fielder. What things?

Remember when we desperately needed an orthopedic surgeon two years ago? That's

when we hired Dr. Fielder. Well, we were in such a hurry, our background check

was a little sloppy, to say the least.

What, you mean Boulder Hospital in Seattle did not give her the top rating?

Yes, they did, but we never checked beyond that.

Apparently, her previous hospital asked her to leave.

They fired her.

On what grounds?

Her records are sealed.

Walk.

There's a six -year gap between the time she was fired and the time she hooked

up with Boulder Hospital.

Now, whatever she's hiding, Mark, just gives her another motive to get rid of

Bissell.

Sorry you had to come all the way out here.

You didn't give me much choice. You left the hospital before I had a chance to

talk to you.

Norman Briggs placed me on suspension for, quote, good of the hospital,

Karen, what happened at the first hospital? Why were you discharged?

And why did they seal all the records?

I was hoping I wouldn't have to relive that.

But Bissell was about to push.

And you think I killed him to stop that?

Depends on what he was going to find out.

I was married to a professional football player.

I'd been practicing orthopedic surgery for four years. Very successful, very

happy. What changed it?

Chicago Bears playoff game.

My husband's best friend took a wicked hit.

The team orthopedist said he would never walk again, never have sex.

Your husband wanted a second opinion.

I came to the same conclusion.

My husband pleaded with me.

He said if he were faced with that kind of life, he would try anything no matter

how risky.

I thought as a challenge.

I was an artist who used a knife instead of a brush.

My husband's best friend died on the table.

What happened to the marriage?

He stumbled along for a couple of years, then he died too.

I came out west, used my maiden name, and started from the bottom again.

Karen, why didn't you tell us you were in Bissell's room at 7 .35 the night he

was murdered?

For the same reason I don't walk across the tracks when a train is coming.

Unfortunately, this one's about to hit you.

And then Norman suspended her. I hope she doesn't cut and run. Jack, what's

you? You are obsessed with Karen Fielder.

Lousy PR when doctors murder patients.

I'm not so sure she did it.

Yeah? Well... Emily Bissell had a violent argument with her husband the

died.

They were married, weren't they?

So? I'd still like to know what it was about.

No way.

Steve. Hey, Steve.

Wake up.

Jack, they said you were going on your break. Where have you been? I'm sorry,

man. I got hung up.

Oh, jeez. I'm going to be late for court.

Listen,

Jack.

I'm down on my feet.

Can you give me some vitamins?

You know, a B12, anything.

You know, Steve, you look like a man who's burning the candles at both ends.

little light in the middle.

Are we in love, Steve?

Oh, I wish I were.

It would be a lot easier than what I'm doing.

What could be tougher than being in love?

I'm going to night school. I'm studying law.

That's great.

Why? Does your dad know about that?

No, and you can't tell him. Well, why not? He'd be thrilled.

Well, I've only been gone a month. I mean, what if I flunk out? I'm going to

look like a jerk.

I just need a little more time before he tells me. I've got to make sure I know

what I'm doing.

Would you hold this, please? Yeah.

Thank you.

So what do you say, Jack? How about that shot?

Nothing I like better than punching holes in lawyers.

Come on.

Commander

Bentley.

Oh, yes.

You're a nurse from the hospital.

I'm terribly sorry I didn't recognize you out of uniform.

Whose guests are you? I might know them.

Actually, it's Dr.

Amanda Bentley, and I've been a member here for almost four years.

Won't you join me, Dr.

Bentley?

Working at the hospital, I'm sure you've heard about my tragedy.

Yes, and please accept my condolences.

Life would be very empty without William.

We were devoted to each other.

Never a harsh word in 27 years of marriage.

Except the night that he died.

Excuse me?

The floor nurse, Jenny Morley, mentioned to me that she overheard loud, angry

voices coming from your husband's room.

Perhaps it was the TV.

I don't think so.

Now, would you mind telling me what you were fighting about?

He was trying to persuade William to take a long vacation after his therapy.

He refused.

I suppose it got heated.

I was just thinking of him, as I always do.

Well, um... Several of the older women here at the club mentioned that your

husband moved out of the house after his knee surgery. But you know how they

love to gossip.

However, rumor does have it that...

He'd left you once before, and each time he did, it was for another woman.

You're really quite treacherous, aren't you? No, I am simply trying to find out

what you were fighting about.

Some little thing. What little thing?

A little slut.

I walked out of the room, went to the lounge, had a cup of coffee to calm

When I returned, Bill agreed to stop seeing the woman.

And who was she?

He didn't tell me, and I didn't ask.

It wasn't important.

What was important was our marriage.

In the future, dear, try to stay out of the gutter.

It's very unbecoming.

Go. Go, let's go.

Hey, hey, don't give me a hard time. I'm from Burglary. I don't do this for a

living. I catch guys that do this for a living.

Look, what is the problem?

They don't make tapes like this anymore.

They don't make tape crackers like they used to anymore.

If the guys in Asphalt Jungle had taken us longer, we'd still be watching the

movie. Hey, thousands don't have steel like this.

Sorry,

we'll relate this.

Just send the bill to the department, all right? What happened to you? Last

you were in here, you could hardly keep your eyes open. Well, I'm eating

healthy. Yeah, right. Whatever you're on, I'd like to try something.

I heard you like the harder stuff.

Come again?

Two years ago, you took a leave of absence from white world media.

You checked into a substance abuse clinic in Georgia.

You're not as punchy as you look.

Vassell was killed by an overdose.

He received two shots, one in his arm and one between his toes.

Nice try.

That's where heroin addicts stick their needle. I was into uppers.

Uh -huh.

Look, you're barking up the wrong civilian.

You want your murderer?

Take a bite out of Emily.

Yeah? And what is her motive?

Sonia.

Sonia?

Who is Sonia?

Bill left Emily for her. Oh, she was 17.

Innocent, charming, a real knockout. He promised her the world, including

marriage. And why didn't he follow through?

Cost too much.

Emily should get down on her knees every night and thank community property.

How long ago was this?

Nine or ten years.

Mrs. Bissell has a long fuse.

They found each other again.

When? Gotcha!

The bell will.

The court order says this is evidence in a murder case.

So you get a last name for this, uh, Sonia?

You're the detective.

Put my tax dollars to work.

What's he doing in there?

Practicing.

What's going on in here? I had no idea these things were this hard to handle.

You think you've got a problem?

This old attorney just filed a wrongful death suit on behalf of his date.

Well, that's good news.

Good news?

Whose side are you on?

I mean, for my suit.

Oh.

What suit?

What suit?

Against you in the hospital.

Me?

Well, normally, you were responsible for bringing Bissell in here.

It was his cable that was in the halls. It was his machinery that blew the fuse.

My attorneys tell me I got a crackerjack case.

And how much are these crackerjacks going to cost me? Six million.

Six million?

Are you out of your mind?

Well, look at this. There's physical disability.

There's loss of income.

There's emotional stress, Norman.

Can't we come to some sort of accommodation?

Well, I might be persuaded to drop the suit in exchange for some concessions.

Concessions? Yes, concessions are my life, Mark. Have a seat.

Here we go.

Watch.

Thank you.

Concessions. Name them.

Well, Norman, for starters, there's the patient's food.

Mark, please don't bring up that again.

Dolores.

Would you get me Arnold Fuller at the Morris Fuller and Breen, please?

One lower, you're coming up. Thank you. Wait.

Okay, we'll revise the menu, remove the creamy sauces.

And?

86 and starchy stuff.

We'll go lean and lean.

Okay, I'm glad that's over. You know, you are one tough negotiator.

Norman, do you think that $6 million worth of concessions right there?

What else?

There's the thing with the...

Vending machines.

What about them? They keep breaking.

Do you know how much it costs to maintain those machines?

Besides, people should eat all that candy if not going through their teeth.

the caffeine makes people nervous and edgy.

Vending machines that work.

There is one more thing.

Dr. Fielder's suspension.

That is non -negotiable.

Norman, if the hospital suspends her, it will infer that we believe she's

guilty. And how will it look with a possible murderer on her staff, running

around with a scalpel in her hands?

Morris.

He's coming in on line two.

Morley.

Police. I'm entering the premise.

Morley.

It's the police.

Hey, Steve.

Hi.

What the hell are you two doing here?

Same thing you are.

We're looking for Jenny Morley.

Yeah. The door. It was unlocked.

Yeah. Sure it was, Jack.

Where is she?

Gone. And in a hurry. Yeah.

Clothes are thrown all over the bedroom.

Take a look at this place, Steve. She has crystal, fine art, she's got

clothing. You can't afford those things on a nurse's salary.

Oh, she's a hell of a lot more than a nurse.

She's an heiress.

Purcell's will left her controlling interest in wide world media.

At today's market prices, a cool 175 mil.

Well, then it all fits, because Mr. Purcell left his wife for another woman,

it wouldn't be the first time.

Dad said Jenny was planning to leave the hospital.

but changed her mind the day after Bestel died.

We have motive, opportunity, and means.

We found Ethan, Miss Morley's trash.

She administered that second shot.

I sure hope you two didn't get your fingerprints all over these. Oh,

fingerprints! I knew it!

What, do you think we're amateurs?

Yes. We were careful.

Well, looks like we found our murderer and lost her at the same time.

And I'm me? Never mind, I have a lot of change.

How do you like it? Black and in a cup.

See? It worked.

Herman, you are a man if you worked.

Well, I would take my word cost the hospital $700.

Mark,

we found our murderer.

Well, now we don't exactly have her. But we know who she is.

Are you going to tell us, or is there a prize for the person who gets it first?

Jenny Morley.

Morley? Found this in her condo.

Who found it? I found it. Who found it? I found it.

The vial and the syringe both contain traces of anti -Bremid.

I can't believe it's Jenny.

Jack will fill you in, Dad. I've got to file my report.

Mine?

Thank you.

Amanda?

You got another quarter?

Yeah. That machine works?

Of course it works.

Amanda, I'm starting to fade again. I need another B -12 shot.

What you need is to go home and go to bed.

I can't. After I file my report, I gotta hit the books.

Can't you do that tomorrow morning?

Pop quiz first thing in the morning.

Since this case started, I haven't even cracked a book.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I was wrong.

Jenny Morley killed Bissell.

Look, I'm sorry that I made Norman dig up all that stuff on you.

I was mad at you for not picking me for your surgical team.

Do you want some coffee?

No, thanks.

I never gave you the reason.

An experience?

I saw something in you that frightened me.

Yeah, I know I come out a little strong sometimes.

No, that wasn't it.

I saw myself.

When you're young, confident, at the top of your game, you can get cocky, sure

of yourself.

And before you know it, you've become careless.

What are we talking about here?

I made mistakes, mistakes I've never recovered from.

probably never will it took someone who isn't cocky to come here today and say

the things you just did who knows what the future may hold for both of

us

Really getting the hang of those crutches. Well, Noah, it's time for you

home. You can practice some more tomorrow.

Can you help me?

I didn't murder Bill. I loved him.

Unless from the first day I met him, I loved him.

When was that?

Uh, 17.

You're Sonia.

Yeah.

From another life.

Jenny. Why did you change your name?

Well, because I didn't want any scandal to touch him.

And besides, it was a way to leave the past and start fresh.

Did he ever try and see you again?

Oh, no. We made a clean break.

Until he came to Community General.

And from the first second I saw him, it was like a minute hadn't even gone by.

I was 17 again. He was handsome and vital and just how I remembered him.

I think that I was the one true love in his life.

Just as he was mine.

Why did you break up the first time?

His wife.

She found out about us.

and had a mental breakdown and tried to kill herself.

And Bill felt guilty, and he promised to break it off with me and never see me

again.

I always thought that she had staged, you know, the suicide attempts and the

breakdowns.

But there's nothing I could say. I mean, there's nothing I could do. All I could

do was just miss him, you know? And here I go. Now I gotta miss him all over

again.

Dolores, would you bring Jenny a glass of water, please?

I'm coming.

Jenny, the night Bill died, you were the floor nurse.

That's right.

Between 7 and 8 o 'clock, what was your routine?

Well, you know what a floor nurse does. I was in and out of patients' rooms and

giving them medications and checking IVs, changing linens, you know, all that

kind of stuff.

You said you went on your break at about 7 .35?

Yeah. I just went to the nurse's station and I got a cup of coffee.

Coffee? Yeah, I was only off the floor for a couple minutes.

Why did you run?

Because I realized that somebody was trying to tag me for Bill's murder.

Nice game, Mrs. Patel.

Thanks. Wish I had the energy to play like that.

Oh, uh, here are the contents of your late husband's safe.

Thank you for your patience. We apologize for any inconvenience.

You rotten, filthy swine.

What the hell are you talking about?

That.

Billy Boy's will?

The cops took it out of his safe.

Well, they returned it to me.

What's your problem, Emily?

We both know what's in it.

As soon as it clears probate, we'll each have exactly what we want.

I will be running this company, and you will forever be Mrs. William P.

Bissell. You set me up.

What's the matter with you?

You came to me, convinced me that William was going to change his will,

divorce me and marry her. Emily, why are you going over this tired ground?

Because you lied to me.

You said that if we killed William and framed the little slut, she would be

unable to collect.

And then the entire estate would go to his surviving heir, me.

But you left out...

One minor detail.

The codicil.

What codicil? There is no codicil.

The codicil states that in the event that Jennifer Morley dies or is unable

collect her legacy, the entire estate goes to you.

I'll do that.

I never saw this before.

I can't implicate you in this, because I was the one who gave William that shot.

But if you think that I am going to sit by and watch you gobble up everything

that is rightfully mine... Ah, ah, ah, ah.

I told you once before, not nice to do in front of a police officer.

What are you doing here?

Not to see you replace the vase I broke.

Voice activated.

Great quality.

That act you two put on about not liking each other, that was a nice touch.

No one ever would have suspected you were in this together.

Oh, that was no act.

We despise each other.

We merely had mutual interest.

So you added this phony codicil.

Amanda's attorney made that up.

Nice piece of work, isn't it?

How did you know?

You had to make it appear that you were out of your husband's room.

That way, somebody else could have administered the fatal injection.

So you told Dr. Bentley you had a cup of coffee in the visitor's lounge.

What of it?

The coffee machine on that floor was broken.

Wasn't repaired till yesterday.

Well, at least now we know you're going to die, Mrs. William P. Bethel.

The only question is when and how. How?

Obviously.

What do you need, huh?

Voice activated, is it?

Speak it.

Is it also a yawn?

Yeah. You've got to wake up.