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You take good care of her, Gus.

New paint job, Doc? Yeah.

It was either that or a trip around the world, so... Now, if she only ran,

right? I tell you, these old cars are just like a mystery. Yeah. Very big.

Is that a scratch?

Good morning, Gus.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Thanks for picking me up, Steve.

How else am I going to keep an eye on my inheritance?

Is that a new paint job?

Yeah, they're beautiful.

Yeah, looks expensive.

Well, I'll call you as soon as I get a chance to look under the hood, Doc.

thanks, Gus. All right, see you.

You know, Dad, you really ought to consider buying yourself an old

reliable American car. Well, I would, but how would I spend your inheritance?

Got a ding here.

He's back.

I'm not here.

Dave! Glad I caught you.

Dr. Sloan, what a pleasant surprise.

Car in the shop again?

Oh, judo.

Wild guess.

Let's see.

Subcompact, daily rate, unlimited miles, no insurance.

Will there be anything else today?

Uh, yeah. Do you have anything in red?

Yeah.

Ding right there.

That's dirt. No, that's a ding. Mark it down.

Are you sure you don't want the extra insurance, doctor? It's only $5 .75 a

No, no, thank you, David. I don't need it.

Very meticulous driver.

So you've said.

Car in the shop again.

Then you won't be needing this.

The guy who's been stealing cars from the lot. Yeah.

He's back again. Oh, listen to that.

Poke your eye out.

What's going on in there? Honey, the people are upset.

Okay, here they are.

That's the man I wanted to see. You have to do something about this Mr. Johnson.

Who? He and his entourage have commandeered this hospital. We are under

That's right.

John. I can't handle this. Excuse me, Mark. If you don't do something about

those oversex poses out there, I'm going to have to take matters into my own

hands. Hold on just a minute. Will somebody tell me what's going on?

Mr. Johnson.

Who's Mr. Johnson?

My godfather.

Your what?

I'm very Catholic.

Mm -hmm.

Must I talk to you for a minute? Sure.

Excuse us, ladies.

You ain't telling me what's going on, Dr. Stewart.

I need a favor.

I'm listening.

My godfather is suffering from aortic aneurysm.

I did the initial workup, but I'd like your opinion.

No problem.

I think he needs surgery.

I want you to do it.

Oh, Jack, there's any number of qualified surgeons in the hospital who

handle their procedure.

Mark, he was my father's closest friend.

I want him to have the best.

Okay.

Thank you.

Okay, we're all set.

Dr. Sloan agreed to do the surgery.

That's the good news you're gonna bring me.

He's the best, Al.

You couldn't be in better hands, believe me. I told you I ain't having no

surgery. Pop, Jack says you need the surgery. What is this?

You two punks look like you're waiting around the dance of my grave.

Look, Al.

I've known you my whole life.

You were the toughest guy I ever met.

And what happens in that operating room, it's not going to change that.

It's okay to be scared.

I would be.

I ain't afraid.

Let me help you. I want to help you.

Come with me.

You always did have a way of getting me to do things I didn't want to do.

I'll be there every step of the way.

It's gonna be okay, I promise.

Okay, Jackie, okay.

I'll get out of here. I gotta take a nap.

So,

uh, who is this guy? He's Dr.

Sloan. I told you, he's a friend.

Your father's in good hands.

Not what I'm asking.

What are you asking?

A simple question. Who is he?

Can he be trusted? That's all.

Dan, you haven't changed a bit.

You gave my father your word.

You know what that means, don't you?

Vinnie, I work here.

Don't make me go nuts.

Let go.

Gus can't be the point. They just had him replaced.

No. Plugs, too? Dad.

Electrical system? What do you mean?

Well, that's the... How much?

Okay.

No, I'll be here. Let me know.

I may have to replace the whole electrical system.

Dad, look. I know it. I should have gotten rid of that Albatross years ago,

but... Dad, I'm not here about your car. I'm here about one of your patients.

Oh. Albert Bartel.

Bartel? That doesn't ring a bell.

A .K .A. Alfredo Bartolo.

A .K .A. Al the Bomber Bartels.

A .K .A. Mr. Johnson.

Oh, do you mean Jack's godfather? Well, he's not only Jack's godfather, he's

everybody's godfather. As in organized crime.

Mr. Johnson, is it Don?

Uh -huh, exactly.

And he's also the subject of a murder investigation.

Well, you want to say anything to him before he goes under? I want to operate

him right now. They're ready for you in surgery, Dr. Sloan. Dad, why are you

performing this surgery?

Jack asked me to.

Are you sure you want to get involved with these people? You know how they

You do them a favor and they never forgive you.

See, if I'm a doctor, I'm not a hitman.

Hold it. Take your hand off. I got to patch it down.

How'd it go?

Like I said it would. No problem at all.

When can I see him?

In a couple hours.

He's in recovery.

I'm calling security on those girls.

They are on the foot and they are frightening. They are frightening

around here.

Let me see what I can do.

I'll be right behind you.

Gentlemen, I'm going to have to ask your associates to use the waiting room like

everyone else.

Nice try, Doc.

This is the hospital, Mr. Bartell. Your father is perfectly safe here.

Or if you prefer, I can call the police and escort you downstairs.

Come on.

Thank you.

Well, I resolved that problem, didn't I?

Yeah, where's Mr. Johnson?

Recovery room, bed three.

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

Ms. White? I'm, uh, I just came in to empty the trash.

What happened to those men outside my godfather's room?

I pulled him off. On whose authority?

Back off, Jack. No, I want those men back outside the door now.

Oh, yeah? On whose authority? Look, Steve.

Dr.

Stone, Dr. Stone, they need you in recovery right now.

Go on.

He's crashing.

Vital signs.

Increased oxygen 100%. IV wide open.

Yes, doctor.

We've got to get him to O .R. He's got ventricular fibrillation.

Get the D -fib. One epidrenaline, IV push.

One.

Okay.

Clear.

Clear.

Check pulses.

No pulses, no respiration. 100 milligrams of lidocaine, IV push.

Just shock him again. Just shock him again.

Get it in there.

Come on.

Come here.

Come on, Al.

Dammit. Come on.

No.

Come on, Al.

Come on. Jack.

Jack's no use. He's gone.

Bartell! That's enough.

Take it easy.

You said this was a routine surgery.

You said he was the best man for the job.

Mr. Bartell, your father came through the surgery just fine.

His condition was stable less than five minutes before he died.

So what are you saying?

Somebody whacked him?

Well, I'm not jumping to any conclusions until I've seen the autopsy report.

Your father had a lot of enemies, Bartell. Let's just leave it at that,

Yeah. And some of them were in this room.

I mean, look at this.

A do -gooder doctor operating on a reputed don?

You don't get opportunities like this every day, do you, Doc?

You're wrong, Vinnie.

Am I?

You know what I think, Doc?

I think maybe you botched the surgery on purpose.

Young man, I'm a doctor.

Your father was my patient.

Whether or not I approved of what he did for a living had no bearing in this

room. You understand?

All right, take off, Bartell.

We'll let you know how the autopsy turns out.

Yeah, okay, I'm going.

Let me tell you something.

A friend of my father's, when I was back riding in Central Park one day, horse

got spooked, threw him, broke his neck.

He died instantly.

Next day, the men who worked for my father's friend went to the stables and

killed that horse.

You understand?

Call her from Story.

Did it mean what I think it means?

It means somebody's going to pay for what happened here.

I got a bad feeling that's you, Dad.

Well, in that case, we better find out what happened before Benny comes back

here with a saddle.

Watch Commander?

Your name?

All right, you'll do.

You see, a patient using the name Johnson died a little time ago.

When you're through being amused, I will tell you why I am calling you about

this.

Johnson's real name was Alfred Bartel, alias Alfredo Bartolo.

Oh, you're paying attention. That's good.

He died after an operation, and from everything I've heard and read about his

people, they're very vengeful, one of their own bites the dust, as it were.

So, therefore, I am asking, requesting for some protection for my hospital and

the staff who operated on him.

No, no, no. There were no threats made. Well, not overtly. The threat is

implied. It's implicit.

Are you telling me you're refusing to provide protection for my hospital and

staff?

What are you talking about? Your hands are tied.

This is your job.

Well, as we say in the hospital biz, break a leg.

Oh, fancy meeting you here.

Nice camera, Wheeler.

Who taught you how to use it?

Want your picture taken?

Want to end up on the FBI's 10 Most Wanted list?

No thanks, Wheeler.

Then move it. Some of us have work to do.

You can put your lens cap back on.

You've taken your last shot of Albert Bartel.

He's dead.

Nice try.

Would I lie to you?

You're not, are you?

How'd he go?

Died in a recovery room.

Damn it! That son of a... Can you believe that?

Actually, I wasn't that unhappy to see him go.

But not like this.

Too easy.

Did he suffer, I hope?

Apparently not enough.

Alfred Bartell deserved to rot in jail, Sloane. Then he deserved to die.

Slowly, horribly.

Tied to a little chair with a big fuse box.

Oh, you do get testy when you miss a photo op.

Carry on, Wheeler.

Then, and only then, would you be allowed to make a request to the

director.

Now shove off.

I don't want to see those bloodshot eyes again.

Next.

Well, I... I suppose you're here to waste my time as well.

Mrs. Groviak, right? I only go by Elizabeth Taylor when I'm on TV.

Elizabeth Taylor, that's funny.

What do you need, doctor? Help. And I was told you're the person I should come

see. I'm touched.

I have a couple of indigent patients who could use a job, and I'd like to

sponsor them here in the hospital.

You're kidding.

I know it's a rather unconventional request.

Unconventional? It's unheard of.

I take it you've never heard of doctors going out of their way for their

patients.

This would be a first.

Well, it may surprise you, Mrs. Grover, but some of us are actually human.

A human doctor.

Well, that would be a surprise.

Yes.

Oh, will you excuse me? I need to use your phone for a second. Oh, sure, go

ahead.

Um, you know, Mrs. Grover, these are going to be some delicate test results.

need a little privacy.

Well, you can take it in there. She's out to lunch.

I'll get your job back together for you. Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

Thank you, Delores.

You are punctual as you are beautiful.

All right. Talk to you later.

Oh, you know the old saying, what goes up must come down.

Now, the trick is to be there when it goes up.

That's right.

Okay, I'll be up in a little while.

All right,

the pace and temperature's going up and down, up and down like a yo -yo.

Mrs. Groviak, thank you. What they say about you is a lie.

You forgot your job back.

Chocolate milk and toast?

Mm -hmm. It's a delicacy in Indiana.

So, you were saying?

I was saying that the FBI has an attitude problem.

You mean we're good at what we do?

I mean that we work together and you expect information from us, but when's

last time you ever heard of an FBI agent sharing information?

You know what I think?

What? I think you're jealous.

I am not jealous.

I struck a nerve, didn't I?

What? Eat your toast.

Oh, no.

Not that little boy pout.

What?

All right, okay. What do you want to know?

Who stood the most to gain from killing Bartels? No comment.

See, there you go.

I ask a question and you clam up. I gave you an answer. It's not my fault if you

don't like it.

Listen, Wheeler, if I don't find out who killed Bartell, his kid's coming after

my father.

If you have anything that can help me get him off the hook, I would appreciate

it.

Okay.

I can give you the names of a couple of politicians, right? And there's always

the rival Dons.

I happen to know a few basketball players, too, who have a good reason

want to see Bartell dead.

But if I were you...

I'd look real close at his son.

Vinny? Yeah, he's been chomping at the bit to take over the family business,

the old man refused to retire.

They didn't exactly see eye to eye.

Now, Vinny knew he could never survive a power play, but his father dying in the

hospital after surgery?

That's mana from heaven.

What? What's the matter?

I don't know. What kind of son could kill his own father?

You know, Sloan, for a homicide dick, you lead a very sheltered life.

Well, now, ain't you a long way from home.

Excuse me, ma 'am. I'm looking for Mrs. White.

What can I do you for?

I'm sorry. I'm looking for Mrs.

Agnes White that works at Community General Hospital.

That's me, sugar.

What happened?

I went the louder you something?

Doctor, you see, the problem is we don't have anyone who speaks Swahili.

I can give you Vietnamese, Spanish, Japanese.

I might even have a Lilliputian.

Well, you know, Lilliputian, Gulliver's Travels.

No, it's a joke, Doctor.

Norman Briggs is on three and callback.

And he's combining Gus on four.

Doctor, someone has just stepped into my office. Could I call you back?

Just see you soon.

Gus, old buddy, what's the diagnosis?

Well, nobody, as in nobody makes the parts anymore, right?

Oh, custom.

Sounds expensive.

Mr. Johnson's autopsy report.

Hold on a minute, Gus.

Well? You have bad news and worse news.

You mean the bad?

Well, you were right. Mr. Johnson was murdered.

What could be worse?

Looks like you did it.

It isn't possible I could have done that.

Mark, I know you've done this surgery a hundred times. I know you can do it in

your sleep, and there must be an explanation.

Well, we've lost the patient.

Jack's lost the godfather, and I'll probably lose my license.

Listen, how about if I keep this autopsy report under wraps for a while?

Oh, good idea.

All right.

All right.

Anything new?

Well, we just got the coroner's report, and it says that Alfred Bartell died

from internal hemorrhaging.

Natural causes. That's good news, right?

Oh, no.

No. It looks as though Mark used dissolvable sutures instead of non

ones to stitch the patch to Bartell's artery.

Patch blue, Bartell bled to death.

You wouldn't make a mistake like that. Someone must have switched the sutures.

Not only switched, doctored.

Doctored? How?

Well, the dissolvable ones are white, the non -dissolvable ones are black.

impossible to mix them up.

So all we have to do is find out who had access to the sutures.

And someone who has a lot of medical knowledge to know using the wrong ones

would be lethal.

Shouldn't be too tough.

Steve, there are a hundred people on this floor alone and no.

No.

I think the cleaning lady did it.

What cleaning lady?

Mrs. White.

Or somebody pretending to be Mrs. White.

I caught her standing over Al's bed just before he died.

I thought it looked suspicious, so I went through personnel and I checked her

out.

It turns out that the woman that was standing over his bed was not the real

White.

That is great. Where do we find her?

Oh, we'll find her.

And when we do, I got a feeling she's gonna lead us right to Vinnie Bartell.

No way, Steve.

Jack, I've talked with the FBI.

Vinnie was trying to take over the family business for years.

I know, Steve, but you have to understand something.

Vinnie might not be the nicest guy you ever met.

He may even be a killer, but the family is sacred.

Jack, he had access, he had motive.

He didn't do it, all right?

He's taking this hard, isn't he? Well, he feels responsible, Steve.

Well, he shouldn't.

Well, but he does.

Well, if you need me, I'll be back at the precinct. All right.

Yeah.

So, where does that leave us?

Well, I think you and I have a little legwork to do.

So I'll see you tomorrow or the day after that. Bye. Bye.

We keep the key to the surgical carts on a hook back here.

Oh, so technically speaking, anybody would have access.

Anyone and everyone.

Surgical unit. Mark, anyone could have switched those sutures.

Wait a minute.

Steve's a FBI lady.

What about her? She's been out there for the last few days taking photographs of

everything that moves.

Do you think maybe we have her killer on film?

It's worth a shot. Look, make up a list of everybody in the surgical unit who

might have seen the killer. Okay. See you back in the office. All right, good.

It's okay, I'm a doctor.

I've seen this before.

Look, the less I find out about this cleaning lady, the more convinced I am

she's the killer.

All right, I'm at a dead end.

Yeah.

Okay, tell him to hold. I'll be right with him.

Thank you.

All right, Jack, I'll run the print for you.

Really?

What makes you think this cleaning lady is going to turn up in the computer?

Because I think she's a professional.

Maybe even hired by another family.

And if you're wrong?

You mean if you're right?

Yeah, okay, if I'm right.

Vinnie's not going anywhere.

Thanks, Steve.

Hey, Dad, what's up?

I don't know if I should feel flattered, taken advantage of, or insulted.

Well, I could always get a court order. I just thought that, uh... What, that we

were beyond that?

Aren't we?

You've got some nerve, Sloan.

Excuse me?

I don't want to get in the middle of anything here. I just thought that...

What did you think, that a federal agent would turn over highly confidential

evidence because you have a hunch that Bartell's murder might be on the film?

Stick to medicine, Doctor.

Watch it, Wheeler.

I've seen him, but believe me, you don't want to see it.

Dignified man like this, with his knees, not a pretty sight.

I don't believe I'm doing this.

All right, I want them back as soon as you're done.

I never saw them.

Mark, someone just ransacked my office.

What? He just barged in here saying if I knew what was good for me, I wouldn't

call security.

I didn't know what to do. Dolores, it's all right. You did the right thing.

Stay here.

Dolores, call Dr. Stewart and get security up here right away.

You're in trouble, Mr. Sloan. That's Dr.

Sloan.

Not for long.

You got malpractice insurance, Doc?

I hope so.

Because I'm going to take you for everything you're worth.

And then you know what I'm going to do to you?

If you were smart, you'd get your affairs in order.

So far.

Mess with me and you deal with me. Yeah, yeah. What happened?

Vinnie Bartell got his hands on the autopsy report and just threatened Mark.

If anything happens to Dr. Strong, if he catches a cold, if he gets a hangnail,

if he gets a rug burn, if he nicks himself shaving, I'm coming after you.

hear me, Vinnie?

You gotta leave, Jack.

Wait out!

Hey, Doc.

Thanks.

For what?

My hiccups are gone.

What are you here for?

I just had a little talk with Vinnie. My car!

That man, that man's stealing my car!

Hey!

Hey, you can't steal that car! That's a rental!

Ow!

Glad that kid wasn't in that car.

I just came over the radio, Dad. You all right?

Well, as long as I don't have to do any surgery.

At least we don't have to waste a lot of time trying to figure out who did it.

Steve, just stop and think about it for a minute.

Think about what? Bartell planting a bomb in my dad's car? Yeah, but why'd he

it? Because he wanted to kill me? No, for revenge.

Mark, if Vinnie killed his father, do you think he'd be coming after you?

Oh, come on, Jack. Well, wait a minute, Steve. I think Jack's right.

I know I am.

Let's just put a pin in Vinnie Bartell for a minute.

Right now, I'm putting you in protective custody.

We've been going to sit in the jail cell for God knows how long now.

I got a better idea.

Just? Just, look, Mark, just ride around for a little while.

You'll get to stay on the other half list. Jack, I got a lot of paperwork to

I'll take care of it. I've got patients waiting in the office. I'll take care of

them, too. I'll take care of everything. Dad, it's either that or a cold gray

cell.

I hate to be out on the loop like this. I know.

I'll talk to you later.

All right.

Where are you going?

Find Vinnie Bartell. Oh, Steve, you can't do that.

He tried to kill my father, Jack. Look, Steve, if you so much as wrinkle Vinny's

suit, his lawyers are going to bring you up on charges.

That's not going to protect your father or find the killer.

All right.

You're right.

For now, we'll just try and locate Vinny.

In the meantime, I'm going to check out that cleaning lady of yours. All right.

I'm going to locate Vinny.

Last time I called, I was practically laughed off the line by some watch

commander.

Well, it's not funny on either side now, and I am demanding you give my hospital

and my staff protection.

Two officers patrolling the parking lot?

That's good.

Patrol car sweeping through the area every 20 minutes.

That's fine.

And I want to thank you, Mr. Commissioner, for your swift action in

Believe me, sir.

It won't go unnoticed when I speak to the press.

Long, big time.

You remember.

It's a delicacy in Indiana.

Okay. The cleaning lady's prints were classified.

Were you able to get a name?

Well, I had to call in a couple of favors.

Hannah Kruger.

She's part of the witness relocation program.

Next you're going to tell me she's got something to do with the Bartels.

Not her, her husband. He was helping them launder their money. He came to us,

agreed to testify, but only if his family was protected.

What happened?

One day he got in his car and was blown all over the greater Phoenix area.

Courtesy of Al the bomber Bartell.

We couldn't pin it on him, but it had his smell all over it.

I'm going to have to arrest her.

Here's your current address.

Wheeler, you are good.

By the way, this toast doesn't even begin to make us even.

I'll get back to you on that.

What you got there, Doc? Family photos?

What?

I said, what do you got, family photos?

No, this is just... Wait a minute.

Family, that's right, that's it.

Because you're a genius.

Hey, that's why I'm a tow truck driver.

Dr. Sloan. Hi, there.

What is that?

That is a, uh...

Red, 19... What is it? Look at that.

Sir, look at this.

Thank you.

Top of the line, Reynolds. David speaking.

How may I help you?

One moment, please.

We're expecting a call from someone named Irv.

Irv, yes. Thank you.

Irv, Dr. Sloan.

Listen, my car insurance... Does that cover rentals?

Oh, good.

Uh, no.

Not exactly a fender bender.

Describe it.

Blown up.

Please, don't move.

Get your hands where I can see them.

You're under arrest for the murder of Alfred Bartell. I didn't do it.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you. I don't care. I didn't kill

him.

I planned to. I went to the hospital to where the doctor called me before I

could.

If you're innocent, why are you in such a rush to get out of here?

Because someone's trying to find me. It's not safe here anymore.

You believe me, don't you?

That's not up to me.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Surprise, surprise.

They got your gun, Bruno.

Did you

honestly think that you could clip my father?

That was for Mark, you... Nice timing, Jack.

Sit on him till I get a hand on him, will you? My pleasure.

Nice try, Hannah.

Out of the truck.

Still got to take you in.

What for?

You've got a lot of questions to answer.

Where was I? Did I get to the part about the lawyer?

No. All right. You have the right to an attorney.

If not afford one, one will be provided for you free of charge before any

questioning if you're aware.

Hey!

You got the Jag back, huh? Yeah. I was at Gus's when you called me.

Is she beautiful or what?

Absolutely. How's it running?

Like a dream.

You look like you need to use a paint job.

A couple of days off. I'm okay.

You know, it's funny, Mark. You get to a point in your life when you think the

past is behind you, you know, and then one day you wake up and it's right in

front of you again.

Thanks for being there. No problem.

I have a question.

How do you think Vinnie knew where to find the cleaning lady?

Well, he, um...

You must think I'm stupid.

I'm going down the road, Jackie boy.

Nothing I tell you is going to change that.

But it might change how long you're gone.

What are you saying?

What's he saying?

Saying if you cooperate, we're putting a good word with the DA.

Look, Vinnie, nobody's asking you to write any of the guys out, okay?

Just tell us what time you got to the hospital the day your old man had

That's all?

That's all.

11 .30 thereabouts.

Who else was with you?

Nobody, just Dino, a couple of guys.

Vinnie, one more thing.

How did you know where to find the cleaning lady?

It is becoming a regular inquisition here, Jack.

What can I tell you? We're doctors.

We were born with questions in our mouths.

That was absolutely delicious, Sloan. Thank you. Well, we have a lot to

celebrate.

Bartell's dead.

His heir apparent is going away for a long time.

And we've demonstrated that local law enforcement and the FBI can work hand in

hand.

Aha, I get it. You're going to build a department for this dinner.

Definitely.

But dessert is on me. I know this nice little place on the beach that serves a

mean piece of toast.

Well, listen, I have an early morning tomorrow.

However, I do have a really nice bottle of port.

going to waste at home maybe we could squeeze a couple glasses out of it

I'll follow you

Yellow, I'm sorry son not as much as I am

Dr. Sloan, how did you get my car phone number?

Well, that's the interesting thing. You know, it seemed as someone called Vinnie

Bartell and told him the whereabouts of one Hannah Kruger.

Also known as the cleaning lady.

Suspected of murdering his father.

Problem is, aside from me, only one person knew where she was.

Surely you're not accusing me of making that call.

Well, I wouldn't have believed it myself except for a little thing.

call a callback function that Vinnie Bartell had on his phone.

You know, it's amazing. You push a button and it gives you the number of

call last received.

Say something, Sloan.

Show the picture, Dad.

Or maybe we should say the no photographs of Vinnie Bartell and the

showing up for the Don surgery.

There's quite a... in the sequence of photographs you took.

Just about enough time for you to sneak inside and switch the sutures.

Assuming I knew that the switch would kill Bartell.

You know.

We checked your background.

You went to medical school before being recruited by the FBI.

When did it become personal?

Sam Kruger wasn't the only one that was killed that morning when the car

exploded.

My partner was with me.

He lived just long enough for me to promise him that I would make the

pay, one way or another.

Your revenge almost cost my father his life.

I'm sorry, Steve.

I'm sorry.

Well, at least one of us is going home with something.

Yeah, looks great, Dad.

Doesn't it, though?

Talk to you later.

Oh, no, here we go again.

Nothing like a good old -fashioned American car.