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Amigo, everybody schmoozes at conventions. That's what you go for.

What you're talking about isn't schmoozing. It's begging.

So it'll kill you to beg a favor from your buddy?

Elia Dell is not my buddy.

But you were with him in med school.

You were the best man at his first wedding. You're giving him an award at

convention, Mark. It doesn't make him my buddy.

Then what are you?

A close acquaintance, like everybody else in his life.

Compadre, you don't understand.

High -profile doctors like Elliot Vallon bring in high -profile clientele. And

high -profile clientele bring in high -profile endowments.

Clientele? Norman, this is a hospital, not a Beverly Hills boutique. Mark, if

had Elliot Vallon on staff, he would give the entire hospital a cachet. A

cachet? Yes, a cachet.

Anyway, these conventions used to be a lot of fun because Betsy and Barbara

started this insane competition.

Betsy and Barbara?

Sound like a couple of magicians' assistants.

Get the child 101A, please. Betsy's chief resident at Union General, and

Barbara's assistant head of cardiology at Houston Fairview.

Anyway, a couple years ago, the convention was in New York.

So, Betsy arranged for a casual dinner party for a few friends, all 200 of

Nice intimate gathering.

And last year the convention was in Houston.

So Barbara had a picnic at the Astrodome.

She'd throw a tailgate party in the parking lot or something?

Open pit barbecue, center field.

This year it's my turn.

You're competing in this thing too?

No, I have a paper to deliver.

Besides, I would never think to their level.

Good girl.

Although it might be fun to show them what real one -upmanship is like.

How you doing there, pal?

Still feeling a little dizzy?

Yeah, it's excellent.

You ever slam your head into a wood piling at like a gazillion miles an

dude?

No, not since the Dodgers lost the World Series.

Who lost what?

It doesn't really matter, Mr. Kelso. Hold that for a second. Can I just look?

Mark, please.

As a favor to me. As a favor to the hospital.

I don't suppose anybody wants to explain this to me. Well, Mr. Kelso here was

demonstrating how he received his head injury.

Godzilla blows.

Kelso surf. Godzilla?

Well, when there's a typhoon in Japan, the surf here is very high.

Watch the weather channel.

Excellent.

Sidney Loomis?

Emily Schnitzer.

Doctor Emily Schnitzer.

I met your breasts.

Sidney Loomis did them. I'd recognize that lateral slant anywhere.

Oh, touchy.

Elliot, you definitely have a way with the women.

So does her plastic surgeon.

You're lucky sideways Sid didn't do yours.

You'll take any opportunity to put me down, won't you? Not at all, my dear.

just admiring my own work.

They are marvelous.

Just like your nose, your eyes, your chin.

And let's not forget, you know what? Oh, let's.

For just one day, just one day, I would like to go through the day without being

reminded that you made me what I am.

Oh, but today it's fitting.

In a few more days, I will be honored as Surgeon of the Year. Elliot?

Mark, welcome to my hospitality suite.

Champagne, caviar, nothing but the best for my colleagues.

You've come a long way, Pinky.

Pinky?

Pay him no mind, my dear.

Do you mean to tell me that after all these years of marriage, he hasn't told

you how he got the name Pinky?

Pinky maybe told his first wife and forgot to tell me, but I didn't even

had a nickname.

I don't.

Back in medical school, he was so bad at handling a scalpel, the only fingers

that were in bandage were the pinkies.

How many times do I have to tell you I pricked my fingers tending my roses?

Nothing to do with my surgical skills.

Patients would take one look at his hands and run out of the hospital.

I don't see what's so funny.

Oh, Pinky, you never do.

Is this the way you honor me in front of my peers?

No, as a matter of fact, Elliot, it's by way of buttering you up.

To see if you would consider moving your practice to Community General Hospital.

Community General.

Surely you're joking.

I would rather join my son as a holistic healer, selling herbs, incense, and

magic potions to the uneducated masses.

I would even take her old job, unguess that price, and lay my body across a new

car in my speedo before I would lend my good name to that pathetic excuse for a

medical institution.

Is that a no?

Good to see you, Mark. You always know how to make me laugh.

You should ask him about my nose.

What are

you doing here, Lloyd?

I thought you didn't like Elliot Fallon.

No, but I love shrimp, especially when they're free.

Nice duds, Jack.

Rented?

Looking for Eve Laurie. Have you seen her?

Well, last time I saw Eve, she was ripping your heart out, throwing it on

ground, spitting on it.

It was a phase, Lloyd.

Oh, yes, the Jack Stewart is an irresponsible jerk phase.

Hey, I was not irresponsible, all right? That Bunsen burner was defective.

Besides, the new lab was much nicer anyway.

Look, this conversation's beneath me.

Plastic surgeon to the stars?

Hi, I'm Kimmy Marlowe. I'm Dr. Valens' assistant.

I know. I've been called the Botticelli of flesh.

And if what they say about me is true, then surely I have found my Venus.

Excuse me, ma 'am, are you aware of the Surgeon General's warning on exposure to

ultraviolet rays?

Courtesy of a member of the medical establishment.

Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.

Excuse me.

Jack?

Jack Stewart?

Eve Lurie.

Wow.

It's great to see you again.

Would you like a little sunscreen? I have an extra one.

Oh, you know what? The sun felt so good on my shoulders, I just... Is that a

responsible attitude?

I guess not.

Skin care is no joke, especially as we get older.

You've really changed.

Well, do you think so?

Um, why don't you pull up a chaise? We've got yous to catch up on.

You know, I'd love to, but, uh, there's a symposium coming up in a few minutes.

I don't want to miss it.

Wait a minute. You would rather sit through a panel discussion on hip

replacements than sit in the sun and drink a margarita?

Why come to a convention if not to learn from my fellow healers?

I tell you what, why don't you give me five minutes to get my clothes on and

I'll meet you in the lecture hall. Absolutely, that would be terrific.

Maybe we can grab a bite at the symposium.

Okay.

This creme brulee is the die for.

How did you get Wolfgang to personally cook dinner?

Wolfie, Wolfie, Wolfie.

He's such a dear.

I don't think I've ever heard Sanson played with such emotion and

Oh, well, I had to beg Victoria to take one evening off from her world tour to

share her talents with us.

I don't think I've ever been to a more elegant dinner.

You've certainly outdone Barbara.

It was nothing.

Hi, culture and hope cuisine in one evening. You beat anything Betsy's ever

up with.

Mademoiselle Bentley, might I see you for a moment?

Excusez -moi.

Forgive me, mademoiselle. They told me to do it.

Who told you?

The credit card company.

They said there seems to be a slight problem with your credit.

What sort of problem?

You don't have any.

Keep up, ladies.

Well,

this is embarrassing, and it's silly.

As it turns out, there's a small misunderstanding with my credit card.

And I wouldn't be troubling you with this, except for the fact, as fate would

have it, I'm a bit short on cash.

I pay my bill every month in full.

Yes.

In a minute.

I really think you should get off now.

In a minute.

You'll be hearing from my attorney.

Yeah.

Happy now, Dolores?

Oh, I am.

But you're not going to be.

Wait a minute!

Just a second!

Help! Help!

Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?

It's called a repo.

It's what happens when we don't make our car payments.

I paid. We paid every single month. Then this must be an exceptional practical

joke. We'll all have a good laugh down at the repo yard.

Unless, of course, you got 900 bucks on your lab coat.

Do you take credit cards?

Sure.

Never mind.

I sang the pretty maiden in the valley below.

Well,

good morning, Mrs. Bain.

Oh, aren't we an ugly puss?

We'll see what we can do, don't we?

Yes, all right.

Yes, I think a little sharpening of the cheekbones might add a little character.

But first, I think we need a well -defined, dignified nose.

Yes, yes, yes.

And also full, passionate lips.

ching ching ching ching ching ching ching ching

Let's have a look here.

Were you here yesterday?

Godzilla beat me.

Bummer. Today was King Kong.

No, I was stoking in Malibu. Ripped into a totally radical way. I've been maxed

out. Oh, Mark, could they tell me I might find you here? Excuse me. Hi. Hi.

Something wrong?

Well, I don't know, actually. I was down at the beach, so I went for a walk, and

my arms, Mark, they just started to itch horribly.

You go out in the sun much? No, not really.

I mean, I put on the strongest sunscreen I could find.

Killer UV is bad.

Would you excuse us?

Tell so?

You know, that probably is the real problem.

Sunscreen. Looks like your fair skin is sensitive to more than just the sun.

But a little shot of cortisol will fix that right up. Oh, that's good.

Any other, uh, maladies?

Nothing gets past you, does it, Mark?

He's known longer than anyone, haven't you? Oh, I doubt anybody really knows

Elliot. But lately, Mark, he's so remote, he's so distant. I mean, more

usual.

Okay, you know the truth.

I know it seems like, I don't know, since he ran out of parts to re

he's lost interest in me and my body.

I was just hopeful that maybe you could give me some pointers on how to rekindle

his interest in me.

Oh.

By the bell, huh? Yeah.

Hello?

This is Mrs. Ballin.

What?

Mrs. Ballin?

Thanks for bringing her down.

I'd ask your stepson, Roger, to take her home.

Excuse me.

Who's that? It's Esther Bain. She's one of Dr. Ballin's patients.

She came in for a consultation and she found the body.

I don't know what shocked her more, finding the body or seeing this.

You sure she didn't kill him?

No, he wasn't killed in the heat of anger. This was planned in advance, you

know.

Premeditated? Right.

Killer hooked up this canister to the air conditioning unit and then just

a room full of nitrous oxide.

Laughing gas.

Well, watch the thorns.

He died laughing?

Yeah, nitrous oxide replaces the oxygen in the bloodstream.

A little shot of it at the dentist is okay, but a large dose can be lethal.

Where'd it come from?

Dr. Vallon's office.

I asked his nurse, Kimmy Marlowe, about it, but she didn't come in this morning.

We're looking for her now.

Ow! Shoot!

It's a fit time this morning.

If you pricked yourself, you can bet the killer did, too. I know he did.

On this piece of cloth.

Listen, Dad, I need your help.

Whatever happened to the please stay out of this dad speech, or is this a new

spin on that?

You know the medical community a lot better than I do.

More importantly, you know the Valens.

Well, I might be able to find time in my busy schedule to give you a hand. It's

a special favor to you, of course, but don't make a habit of it.

Don't worry, I won't.

I realize that Mr. Sterling is a very busy man, but he's also my business

manager, which means he's supposed to be taking care of my money.

What's going on?

Hey!

My car has been repossessed. Yes.

And my credit card has been snipped in two. And Mr. Sterling is supposed to

all of my accounts current.

I want to know who's minding the shop.

Yeah, well, you do that, and you have him give back to me.

How's your car?

Um, still in the shop. What's wrong with it? Do I look like a mechanic?

I'm sorry, Mark.

I haven't been getting much sleep. I think it's because I'm kind of anxious

about that paper I have to deliver at the convention.

Amanda, I don't think you have to worry about that.

Why not?

Elliot Ballas has been murdered.

Oh, my God.

When the committee finds out their surgeon of the year has been murdered, I

doubt very much they'll want to continue.

Yeah, well, I certainly hope they find the person responsible.

Please, excuse me, I have to get on the train.

Is something wrong with her?

When was the last time she didn't want to jump in and help find the killer?

You're right.

I hope she's not coming down with something.

I feel good.

Good. Because as a matter of fact, Elliot's nurse, Kimmy Marlowe, didn't

for work this morning.

Why don't you nose around and see if you can find out where she was?

As soon as my shift's over.

And find out what's the matter with Amanda.

Something's bothering her.

$250.

Amanda! What brings you here?

Actually,

four buses.

Four?

No, no, no, freeze, freeze.

I'm sorry.

I finally have a chance to acquire another Wallengrin.

Cream of asparagus.

I've been waiting years for this to come on the market.

Actually, I'm a meat and potato person. Let's talk about my money.

The money that you're supposed to be managing for me.

Is there a problem?

Well, aside from the fact that I don't have a credit card or my car or an ATM

card or two coins to rub together, I haven't a care in the world.

Oh, my God.

Mildred, get me that idiot Obermeyer at the bank. Yes, sir, Mr. Sterling. You

know, I was afraid that something like this might happen.

We switched to an automated system to pay our clients regular creditors.

And that idiot Obermeyer was supposed to have the bugs worked out by now.

350.

And I can imagine exactly how you must feel.

But it's just an electronic glitch.

And I'm sure it'll be worked out by tomorrow.

That's easy for you to say. You're spending $350 ,000 on a cream of

I don't have 50 cents for chicken soup.

You're absolutely right, Amanda.

I'm sorry if I seemed insensitive.

Your well -being is more important than any painting.

Mildred, have a company check ready.

Yes, sir.

A few thousand tied you over?

You're being more than generous. I'm sure that I can manage until tomorrow.

I will even get you letters of apology from everyone involved.

Right, thank you.

400 ,000. Did you hear me? 400.

Don't move, pervert.

Jack, Jack, Jack. If you wanted to know how it's done, you could have asked.

This is not what it looks like.

I really thought you changed.

You've done this before?

Exactly. What were you doing breaking into Dr. Valens' suite?

Are you Kimmy Marlowe, his nurse?

That is a question, not an answer.

Well, your roommate told me that you'd be here cleaning out his suite.

So?

Dr. Vallon was murdered this morning.

Billy's dead.

Care to tell me why you weren't at work this morning?

He's really dead?

Uh -huh.

Do they know what the front desk at? Or do you think I still have time to charge

another bottle of champagne to his room?

You hate him that much, huh?

He tried to have my license revoked for incompetence.

Imagine. I could imagine your incompetence very easily, Lloyd.

But you know, this thing about having your license revoked, seems to me that's

pretty strong motive for murder.

Oh, God, I didn't hate him enough to kill him.

But I did hate him enough to spend last night and this morning in bed with his

girlfriend.

Kimmy.

She's cute and sweet.

A little midnight hanky -panky after wifey goes to bed.

Only he didn't show up.

Oh, I seen you couldn't let a perfectly good bed go to waste, right?

Waited not, want not, Jack.

Words to live by.

Hello, son.

You're a little late. We started without you. Morning.

Mrs. Vallon, I'm sorry to disturb you.

I'm Detective Sloan.

Can you tell me where you were at the time of the murder? Well, she was

on the beach from 11, 12, 30, and she got an itch.

It was really an allergic reaction to the sunscreen.

She came to see me.

That's when she got the news of Elliot's death.

Did anyone see you on the beach?

Tell her about the tourist.

This guy came up to her and asked her to take a picture of him.

Well, he even used the time to take a picture of the both of them when he

that she was the gal from Guess That Price.

She doesn't remember a lot.

About him. Late 20s, probably.

Dad, can I talk to you for a minute? Sure. Would you excuse us, please?

Oh, yes. Your dad said that you'd like to see the base jacket. I'll get it for

you now. Good, good. Get the jacket.

She said that that tourist was wearing a red football jersey.

Dad, what are you doing?

Well, you asked me to poke around. I'm poking around.

And I appreciate it.

But as a homicide detective, I have to be able to question the suspects myself.

Sorry. You did a little ahead of myself.

Listen, will you want to chase down that tourist or should I? Why don't we just

wait and see if she produces the jacket?

If the sleeve isn't torn, it'll go a long way toward clearing her. Right,

This is amazing. I went to get my beige jacket and it's gone.

About time you got here. I ordered dinner about an hour ago.

Dr. Sloan, what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

May I come in?

Well, um... Okay.

Well, see, Elliot... I mean, Dr. Vallon reserved this week for the run of the

convention, and, well, I have a roommate, so it's kind of nice to be

According to Lloyd Fleming, you weren't alone last night.

Or this morning.

You were here together.

Well, it... It's called the hospitality suite.

I checked with housekeeping. They said they made up the suite around 11 o

this morning.

Neither Dr. Fleming or you were present.

Oh, we took a stroll on the beach.

On the beach?

Yeah, that's getting to be a popular pastime these days.

Exactly what are you getting at?

Well, you and Dr. Fleming give each other an alibi for the time of Elliot's

death. Why would he say that you were here and you say you were both walking

the beach?

Is it possible you weren't together?

Look, I was just about to take a shower. Would you excuse me? How long were you

and Elliot sleeping together?

You were sleeping with my father?

Only for a few months.

At first it was just professional. He just wanted to see me with my clothes

to get a few pointers.

Molly know about you two?

Of course.

Oh, everyone knew except me.

Well, you didn't ask.

Oh, right.

Before I slept with you, I should have asked you how many of my family and

friends you'd already slept with.

Forgive me for trusting you.

Think he'll come back?

He won't get far.

I'm sorry about that, Mark.

It was just such a shock.

Your father's death or discovering that Kimmy was sleeping with him? Both.

I finally found something in common with my father, and it's too late to share

it with him.

You and your father weren't close.

Never. The first day that I was accepted into med school was the first time he

ever seemed to notice me.

You certainly got his attention when you dropped out.

I really wanted to heal people.

After that first semester, I realized just how corrupt Western medicine is.

Some of us might disagree with you.

At any rate, when I got into holistic medicine, he seemed to all but disown

But he didn't. His death makes you a millionaire.

And I'm going to use that inheritance to start a holistic treatment center in

his memory.

Your father hated holistic medicine.

It's ironic, isn't it?

If he'd have listened to me and used acupuncture as a form of anesthesia

of nitrous oxide, he'd still be alive today.

Roger.

The police have asked me to assist on this case, so I need to know.

Who were you this morning?

You don't suspect me of murdering my father?

That's been known to happen.

Well, if I wasn't so shocked, I'd be amused.

You haven't answered my question.

Where was I this morning?

That's the one.

I was in my apartment.

Alone.

Going over my bankruptcy papers.

Is your practice in financial trouble?

Not since Dad died.

No.

Well, I'm very sorry that Mr. Overmeyer has had a heart attack, but surely there

must be someone in that bank that can straighten out my finances.

How long will it take Mr.

Higgins to acclimate himself to my accounts?

Oh, for crying out loud, it takes less time to reach Mars. What's the matter

with you?

The gardener finished at Vallow's office a little after 11 on the morning he was

murdered. There was no canister and no piece of tan -colored fabric.

Bonnie said she was walking on the beach from 11 until 12 .30.

Morning, Amanda.

You feeling better?

Mr. Obermeyer had a heart attack.

Obermeyer? We have a patient named Obermeyer?

What's he just come in? Roger Vallow didn't have an alibi either.

Well, Jimmy Marlowe and Lloyd Fleming can't get their story straight. He said

they were in the hospital this week.

She said they were out on the beach walking.

My money's under Widow Valen. I can't believe this.

Obermeyer had a heart attack, Jack.

Obermeyer? You got a patient named Obermeyer? I think he just came in. That

looks like a placemat in a former life. Is everybody fashion critical all of a

sudden? Dr. Valen's attorney said that Elliot planned a divorce bounty and

his will.

I don't think it's a coincidence that he died before he could do it.

He didn't buy that, did he? No, Steve, it was a gift from a special friend, all

right? Well, you must be furious that you're out. You wouldn't be wearing it.

Well, it didn't do any good.

She checked out of the hotel and left for Cleveland.

That tie.

You too?

Why didn't I see it before?

How could you miss it?

Come on, if it's not that bad, Mark, where are you going?

To a florist. I want to send a friend some flowers.

Congratulations on receiving your just reward.

Oh, this must be for the Surgeon of the Year Award. Someone must not have heard

about Elliot.

Oh, at least we've asked.

Oh, we don't have any.

I mean, we used to have, but we lost them all in the earthquake.

How's your rash?

Oh, it's fine.

All gone.

I've been like a hermit since Elliot's death. I haven't even been outside in a

few days.

You know, but it's so kind of you to ask, Mark. Thank you.

You have a little itch here?

No, it's just my... What are you doing?

Exposing a killer, Bonnie.

You didn't get that rash from a sunscreen.

You got it standing in the roses outside your husband's window.

Or you pumped his office full of laughing guests. What are you talking

You are allergic to roses, Bonnie. That's why there's none on the property,

vases in the house.

I sent you the flowers.

Hoping I was wrong.

Mark, you are wrong.

You're making a terrible mistake. Mark.

Mark.

There's no way to treat fine clothing, Mrs. Ballant. We found it at your beach

house, Bonnie.

Along with a length of hose.

Identical to the one that was hooked up to the canister of nitrous oxide.

So what? I mean, someone must have put them there. I didn't. I didn't kill

Elliot, Mark.

Mark, you know me.

Oh, Mark.

Mark. You never told me, Mark.

You know I didn't kill him. Mark.

Court is adjourned.

You were sensational.

Your testimony is going to put her away.

But that's what worries me the most. Bonnie Val is a friend. And a murderer.

proved it yourself.

And to show my appreciation, as soon as I get my promotion, you're going to be

the first person I take to lunch on my new expense account.

Promotion?

For wrapping up the Valen case so quickly, they're talking about putting

the Special Crimes Task Force.

Dealing with the high -profile cases.

The kind of job that requires character, intelligence, experience, and an

expense account.

You know you're the first one in the family to have one? I'm proud of you.

Well, until then, you can buy us a cup of coffee.

I don't have an expense account.

Amanda, we need to talk.

Well, Mr. Briggs, only if you give me $20.

Excuse me?

Well, you need to pay the cabbie here.

Consider it a loan.

I'm experiencing a temporary short -term cash flow problem.

Obermeyer had a heart attack, so...

Overmire? Do we have a patient in the hospital named Overmire?

What, no tip?

I got a call from an attorney for Thurston Properties. I'm a very generous

tipper, Mr. Briggs.

Maybe that's your problem.

Thank you, Mr. Briggs. I owe you one.

No, actually, you owe Thurston Properties.

They got a court order to garnish your wages for unpaid rent.

What?

I spoke to my business manager yesterday, and he assured me that every

bill had been paid, that I was getting my BMW back this afternoon, and that he

cut me an allowance check, and that it was in the mail, and I don't understand

why this is happening to me. I can't believe this. Ms. Bentley, I wish I

help you more, but you've taken my last dime.

Then you won't mind if I borrow your car for a few hours, huh?

Thank you, Mr. Burke.

Clark, you know I'm not guilty.

In your heart, you know it.

The evidence says otherwise.

I should know. I found most of it. But there's just as much evidence out there

that'll prove I'm innocent.

Where? I don't know where. I don't know.

But it's got to be because I didn't kill Elliot.

Vonna, you knew Elliot was having an affair, that he was about to file for a

divorce. That's motive.

If I had planned Elliot's murder, would I have left a half -prune jacket in my

beach house? Would I? Wouldn't I have disposed of it along with that rubber

they said I attached to some canister?

You still insist someone planted those things? No.

Not someone.

Roger.

With me out of the way, he stands to inherit his father's whole estate.

like $20 million.

That's a motive, Mark.

That might give me pause for thought if you hadn't lied about your rash.

I didn't lie.

I was walking on the beach when Elliot was killed, just like I said I was.

That means that I have something that Roger doesn't.

An alibi.

The tourist you see took your picture.

I need you to find him, Mark.

It's not my job.

Let me ask you something.

Once you decided that I was guilty, did you stop for just one second to check

out my story?

Or were you so certain that you were right that you just didn't bother?

Mark, all I'm asking is for just one day, just that you believe in me for

one day.

One day.

It's been the rest of my life.

Is that too much to ask?

You know how many thousands of tourists visit Los Angeles every day? How many go

to the beach every day?

Mark, I'm praying you'll find out.

Watching you move.

Hey, easy with that chair.

I don't want you scratching my railing. You can't just break into my apartment

and put my things on the street.

Judge says I can.

She said so a couple of weeks earlier. I barely got time to get the place

painted before the Daninos move in.

Two weeks ago? How long has this been going on? Ever since you stopped paying

rent. You idiot!

I just had this walkway resurfaced!

My boss!

Amazing. My boss!

You're crazy.

Thousands of people go to the beach every day.

They're from all over the world.

And they don't sign the visitor's log.

I'm not going to find this guy.

Even if he exists.

Bonnie gave me a few details which might just narrow down the search a little

bit. She says he was in his late 20s. He was wearing a torn red football jersey

with a yellow number 11 on it. And she says there was at least one spice too

small for him.

Was this guy visiting the beach or living on it?

Well, that's crossed my mind, too, but she said he had an expensive camera and

brand -new running shoes.

So if he could afford clothes that fit, why was he wearing a beat -up old jersey

that was too small for him?

Yeah, that crossed my mind, too, unless he was wearing it for a specific reason.

Maybe he was trying to impress an old friend.

That's it.

That's it right there. Old friends.

I should wear this tie more often. It's inspirational.

Now, what if the football jersey was too small because he'd outgrown it, but he

was wearing it for some friends?

Reunion?

Like at one of the local high schools?

Still think I'm crazy?

Your school colors are red and yellow, right?

Yeah, but you're a little old to be a cheerleader.

I suggest you try some of our adult courses. Thank you. I'm Dr.

Jack Stewart from Community General Hospital.

I'm looking for a patient of mine.

Now, you guys had a 10 -year reunion about a month ago, right? That's right.

It was a smashing success.

We had people here from all over the country. That's great. Well, let me tell

you what happened.

A guy came into the ER complaining of chest pains.

I ran some tests, but he took off before they came back.

Now, he said he was from out of town, but he was wearing a red and yellow

football jersey with the number 11 on it. And you're just now looking for him?

Well, Miss, um... Guipe.

Myrtle Guipe.

Miss Guipe.

Uh, somehow they got lost in the system, and they just surfaced.

Now, this man, uh, if he doesn't get treated very soon, he could have a very

serious problem.

Oh, you men of the medical profession.

So dedicated.

So selfless. Thank you. You're very sweet. Which book would I be looking at?

Oh.

Your single, Myrtle?

Yeah.

Where would the football team be?

Right here.

Dave McConnell.

You know where I could find them?

Sure. No problem.

Thank you.

It's you. Thank God.

That's what I say every day when I look in the mirror.

Who are you and what do you want?

I'm Dr.

Jack Stewart from Los Angeles, and this is going to sound like a strange request

to you, but I need a picture of you.

Well, you'd certainly come to the right place for that.

And the defendant, Bonnie Valen.

did deliberately, with premeditation, murder her husband, the esteemed plastic

surgeon, Dr. Elliot Vallon.

Your Honor.

Your Honor, may I approach?

Permission granted.

Counselor.

What is going on here?

Dr. Sloan has found a witness who saw my client on the beach at the time of the

murder. And we have a photo that proves it.

The witness is prepared to testify to that fact.

Would the defendant please rise?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Your Honor, we have.

We find the defendant not guilty.

I hereby dismiss all charges against Bonnie Valen. Court is adjourned.

Court is adjourned.

Sorry, son.

Thank you.

I mean it.

Thank you so much.

What are you talking about? The map. And, uh, the doctor's lounge.

What are you, redecorating?

Yeah, exactly.

She's, um, she's redecorating. Hey, Mark.

Well, I love what you've done with the place.

Well, actually, I'm not redecorating the doctor's lounge. I'm redoing my condo,

and I needed a place to store my things for a few days until the condo was

finished.

Looks like you're storing yourself here, too.

Paint for you.

Well, makes sense to me. Me too. Look, I understand there's a fresh pot of

coffee at the nurse's lounge.

You guys, I thought you were my friends.

Of course we are. What are you talking about? Then why are you falling for this

pathetic, lame story of mine?

We didn't want to embarrass you.

Mark, I'm living in the doctor's lounge. What could be more embarrassing?

She's got a point.

He stole all of my money.

And he spent it on soap.

Dr. Green, radiology.

Dr. Green.

Hello.

Radical chair, dude.

Weren't you here just a couple of months ago?

Hey, you remember me. And they say medicine's a heartless science.

You know, you keep coming back, we're going to have to give you a parking

What happened this time?

Well, I ripped my stick into a totally excellent tube and maxed out.

Well, you're persistent, I'll give you that.

Hey, man, I've got an extra board. You want to hit the surf with me and my buds

tomorrow morning?

Oh, no thanks, dude. I get the impression that the surf hits you.

Godzilla?

Radical. But that means when the surf is high, right?

Yeah.

The picture of Bonnie and David, it was dead calm.

Bummer.

Who is that? Who's there?

Mark!

What a pleasant surprise.

I am so happy to see you. Couldn't be better timing. Much too hot out there

today to exercise.

I bet a nice cold drink would be good, wouldn't it? How about a nice glass of

tea?

You killed your husband.

Oh, Mark, don't be ridiculous.

And then you used me to get off.

Actually, Mark...

You are a very perceptive man.

You hid in the roses outside Elliot's office.

You pumped his office full of nitrous oxide and you watched him die.

Hey, Mark, I could have stabbed him, right? Or I could have run him over with

car, but that's so messy.

But he was just such a humorless bore.

That killing him with laughing gas just felt right.

You really did get that rash, hiding in the bushes. Oh, of course I did. You

proved that, remember?

All right.

I'd really like to know, how did you figure out that I did it?

You said that you were on the beach when Elliot was murdered.

That was the same time that the surfers in the ER were suffering injuries from

high surf.

Dead calm in the picture.

If you'd been at the beach when Elliot was killed, we would have seen some

It was not very bright of me, was it?

Well, no harm, no foul.

You killed a man and I couldn't have gotten away with it without your help

Thank you