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Adult female injured by falling masonry, lacerations, probable broken tibia,

concussion, possible internal injuries.

Give her a liter of lactated ringers and get her to the CT stat.

I'll call the radiologist.

This sounds bad. It is.

Latest estimates, 7 .2 epicenters somewhere downtown.

Major structural damage? Whole city blocks down, major casualties on the

Yes, this is where our training pays off.

Better set up a patient triage. I'll get out of here.

Okay,

I want an emergency triage set up in trauma three. Crash carts, IVs, hanging

ready, and nursing assignments for every patient, okay? Let's go.

Attention all hospital personnel.

This is Dr. Mark Sloan. The citywide disaster plan has been implemented.

Repeat. The citywide disaster plan is underway.

All designated personnel, please report to your advisors.

I can use a hand here.

Cut the call. Unconscious. Severe head trauma. Possible internal injuries.

Red tag. Trauma one. Start an IV with lactated ringers on the way. Yes, sir.

He'll be all right.

Minor lacerations. Fractured tibia. BP 120 over 68.

Okay. How you doing? Any loss of consciousness or blackout?

Okay. Yellow tag. Main ward. X -ray that leg now. Right away.

Doctor, we've got four majors coming in behind me. Let's get on it.

All right.

Cause of death, massive trauma to the brain.

Results from a crushed skull. Anything you're not sure of, just flag it. We'll

get a closer look later. You got it.

Adult male trapped under falling rubbles. He needs to rebar through the

chest. Okay, start him on ringers, lactate, and IV antibiotics.

Hey, you're a miracle worker, Jess. I'm healed. All right, lay back, keep

moaning, then pull down on your chest. We got a red tag, penetrating chest

trauma when a chest tube inequality OR.

OR doesn't know this is a drill, right, Jess?

Yes, they know it's only a drill, right? Yeah.

Jed?

No sign of any trauma, just contusions and lacerations. Why is this baby red

-tagged? Green tag, recovery.

I know that they're doing the best they can. Do you know how short -staffed I am

today? Just relax. We'll just have to keep things under control until the

voluntary nurses get here, okay? Okay.

You call this under control?

Aren't you supposed to have a hole in your chest?

Apparently, I survived emergency surgery and can expect a full recovery. I'm not

so sure about my shirt.

What's next for you?

Let's see.

Unconscious, severe head and body trauma, severe internal injuries.

Oh, I hate to say this, but I don't think we can help you on that one. That

cold. Well, there's triage.

Let's see.

Okay, yellow tag, but monitor the line. Yes, sir. I wonder what other fathers

and sons do on their days off.

Well, nothing as fun as this.

You can't do that.

Well, I can, and I have.

Corrine. She's pulling my nurses off the wards. Because we can't afford to blow

this drill book. The patients will be fine as soon as the auxiliary nurses get

here, which will be any minute now.

Maggie's right. In the meantime, our real patients need real care.

You went on the floor, Maggie.

Excuse me.

And in the meantime, I think our nursing administrator has more important duties

to attend to.

Well, I guess I do.

Well, Dr.

Sloan, I'll have to deduct points for failure to clearly define areas of

responsibility. However, I can give you several bonus points for administrative

decisiveness. Well, can you give me a million?

I'm Doug Hanson, F .D., D .S.

State Director of Disaster Services.

I'm here to evaluate Community General's performance in this drill.

Oh, uh, how do you think we're doing?

This guy's red -tagged. I tagged him 15 minutes ago. Why is he in surgery?

You tell me, Doctor, how do you think we're doing?

Well, we're coming up speed.

And doing it rapidly.

Hello, Doug.

Good to see you. Ms. Hatch.

Glad to hear you're on top of things, because as we all know, if community

general fails to acquit itself well in this drill... We can kiss our emergency

preparedness fund goodbye.

State, federal, and city.

Doug, won't that decision actually be up to the next director?

Broken arm, huh? No biggie.

Yellow tag Mr. Cartwright and get him into radiology.

What does that mean?

Well, it means that your injury is not critical and that it can wait. Waiting

for the disenfranchised. Look at it this way, Mr. Cartwright. It'll give you a

chance to really play that injury to the hilt.

I mean, you know, of all the volunteers here, especially the board members, your

performance really stands out.

You think so? Oh, I know so. You make that broken arm come to life.

Well, Dr. Travis, I did tread the boards a bit back in my Yale days. Wasn't half

bad, either.

Mr. Cartwright, you've still got it.

Come on, Evans.

You too, Sanders. We all have to do our part.

Now moan and groan and emote.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Green tag and get him to x -ray. Dr. Sloan? Yes? We have a problem. It's Art

Amador.

Did he draw another picture of Corinne and put it on the door?

With the drill and so many nurses out sick, somebody messed up and scheduled

fluorescein exam for this morning.

Oh, boy.

Go away. Get out. Leave.

It's all right. All right.

All right.

Didn't I say mornings were my best time to work?

The very best, yes.

The only time the lights go... I said that, didn't I, right?

Yes, you did, Art, but right now it's time. Yes, time.

Time to work.

No time for anything else. No time for tests.

Time to work.

I'm running out of time, right?

Art, if you don't let us do this little fluorescein procedure... Procedure?

Course. Plan of action. Yes, I have a plan. I plan to work.

And I work to plan.

Dying anyway, Doctor.

Expiring. Extinguishing.

My light is going out.

Why worry now about going blind, right?

Maybe you don't have to.

This man is an artist, Dr. Sloan.

You can't ask him to abandon his light. It's the only time of day when you get

this subtle depth and shading.

We can do the test right here, can't we?

Yeah, of course we can. All we need is an eyedropper and a wood lamp.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Because you're not an artist.

Is she your friend?

Nice. Too nice to be a real nurse, right?

Yes, this is Adele Botsford, Art, and you're right. She's an auxiliary nurse.

She's here to help us with our drill today.

Okay. Okay.

Time for a break.

Time to do it.

I'll do it.

If she stays, yes.

Okay.

All right, you just get comfortable, and I'll be right back.

Nice name.

You mean I still haven't lost my touch? You invented the touch, Adele. I'm sorry

you ever left.

Oh, so am I, Mark. Oh, so am I.

Incoming!

Probable hemothorax. BP 50, pal. Hold. It's ready.

Okay, red tag and hold.

I'm hopeless, huh? Do you feel better knowing you were a tough call? Red tag

hold. Let's go. Move it, please. Move it, move it.

Hold it!

We're not expecting any new majors during this phase of the drill. Corinne

Hatcher okayed it, told dispatch we could handle it. Well, we can't. I told

we can't.

She's just trying to make me look bad.

Maggie!

We need help!

Bad enough the chemo zapped my hair.

Zapped my beard.

Not to mention my good looks, yes?

Yes. Now it's going to eat my eyes, right?

Well, that's not likely, but we do have to make sure.

Of course, yes.

Certainly, I understand.

But tell me how.

We use a fluorescein dye, Art.

Won't hurt?

No, it's not even visible under normal light, but it'll glow green under this

wood lamp.

And it helps the doctor see if you have any cracks or tears in your cornea.

Cracks or tears?

Blood and sweat, high and low.

Please hurry, right?

I have my work to do.

My work.

Nurse Hilliard and Dr.

Steinberg having a little conference out in the hall. That's not bad.

It's how I live, down on the boardwalk.

You draw for people?

Oh, that's wonderful. I like faces.

Happy faces, angry faces, old faces, young faces.

Faces in places and ways I've never seen before.

I've drawn thousands of faces.

So many more to do. I've got to get back to it. Back to my work.

Mrs. Botsford?

Well, I didn't realize we were recruiting help from the retirement

And I didn't realize you were still on staff.

I'm so glad you got past that incident with the mixed -up charts, the patient

overdose.

You were expected on Ward C half an hour ago.

She's helping me, Corinne.

Well, she doesn't belong here.

All of the auxiliary nurses have been assigned to ward duty. It is critical to

this drill that everyone be where they're supposed to be when they're

to be there.

Go ahead. I can finish up here.

See you later, Rock.

Mean face.

Mean face.

Doctor, isn't this patient doing ophthalmology? It's the morning, Teller.

the morning. Time to work.

You're in.

Dr. Sloan, I overstepped. I'm sorry, I know. But this drill is so important.

Not as important as my patients.

Excuse me, doctor, but your patient is an indigent charity case who quite

honestly belongs to county.

Now, what should our priorities be, huh?

Catering to his idiosyncrasies or saving this hospital?

Would you mind putting this up on my door?

I don't think so, Art.

Like the fangs, though.

Okay, Mr. Cartwright, I'm going to set this arm properly.

Ow! Ow!

Too much, huh?

No, you just surprised me, that's all. Well, let's try it again from the top.

Having trouble with this patient, Doctor?

Oh, no.

If he sits back. Oh, I'm sure he'll cooperate. Peyton is a team player.

That's how he got where he is today. I don't think this is the time.

And that's how I got where I am. With a little help from my friends.

Friends like Peyton.

And we are friends, aren't we?

Yes, good friends.

You know what I want.

And you're going to get it for me.

Before I do some real damage.

I already have a broken arm.

Well.

What about broken reputation?

Wow.

You don't suppose you could prescribe something to kill a real pain, could

Nothing a few dozen cups of coffee won't cure.

Maybe you should have one of the doctors take a look at you. No, no.

Really, I'm fine.

It's just been a tough couple of days getting ready for this drill.

All I need is coffee.

And an IV.

Dr. Travis, can I see you for a moment?

Yeah, yeah. What do you need? I have a patient who needs immediate attention.

I've wanted to do that all day.

What a coincidence. I've wanted you to do that to me all day.

We never seem to get enough time together.

I know. But that is all going to end this weekend.

There's nothing that's going to get between us except room service.

Yeah. But Carmel is a good six hours away. And that's if we don't stop.

Oh, and we will.

A lot.

How soon can we get out of here?

Well, the drill ends in two hours.

We can be on the road by six and then Carmel just in time for a midnight walk

the sand.

Why waste time on a walk?

Paul.

No.

This can't be happening. Not now.

What is it? It's my luck.

They need us back in the ER.

Right now.

No mystery here. Major blunt force trauma to the chest. I want you to take

body down to the temporary morgue, okay?

Thanks.

Eddie, have you seen the chart on this deceased?

No.

Corinne Hatcher murdered?

Bludgeoned to death and somehow her body ended up in my pathology lab.

I was just getting used to being a patient.

Who would do such a thing and why?

Why, I don't know, but we may have an edge in finding out who. It took several

blows to kill Corinne and the murderer must be splattered with blood.

Then again, we're all splattered with blood, aren't we?

Fake blood, anyway.

All of us. Doctors, nurses, orderlies, drill patients.

Guys, we got two ambulances pulling up and three more on the way. Jesse, you

don't understand.

No, no, no. The drill's gonna have to take vaccine. This isn't a drill

There's been a real disaster.

An MTA tunnel collapsed downtown all the way to Wilshire Station.

We got a dozen hot ones on the way, and this is just the first wave.

Is your neck hurt?

Head?

The pain?

Can you hear me?

She's going into shock. Cover her up. Just run the ringers wide open. I want

cross the type before you.

Radio median or ulnar. No pulses. We gave him 500 ringers as a bolus.

Crits already down to 32 .5. Type and cross has been sent. X -rays waiting.

Get him to OR.

Our churches are the best, son. They'll save that hand.

Okay, let's get him to OR, too.

You still keeping score?

No offense, Mr. Hanson, but right now, your drill isn't the last thing on my

mind.

Get him over here. Get him to triage.

We got it. Let's get a crash cart over here. Hurry it up. I got the car.

FB, 100 light out.

Graham, FB, 100 light out.

There's a course B pit.

I can shot that.

Charge.

Clear. Clear.

Trauma 3 coming in.

What have you got?

Gertrude fell on a construction worker.

Cut his leg off below the knee. He's lost a lot of blood. Do you have the

Here it is. All right, I need Maggie Deming. I need a nurse here now. Debbie!

used to be a practicing nurse. I've kept my license current.

You're hired. Put that leg on ice. Right away. Cross and tight, CBC.

Eight units of packed shells, four leaders ringers, and let's get a surgeon

here right away. All right, call in the blood bank. We need to get a red cop.

Go, go,

go.

We're going into V2.

100 million grams light of pink. 100 light on.

Join the jewel.

Charge 200.

Charge. Clear.

Clear.

You're back. Normal rhythm. Pulse 112.

Thank God.

Maintain your 12.

Boy, I have a patient below the knee, a bilateral hemothorax.

He's been intubated. I administered 100 milligrams of lidocaine. Nice work,

Amanda. Thanks for the assist.

Sure. I wasn't alone.

It's going to be the OR.

Amanda Bentley.

Adele Foxford.

Uh, Botsford.

Any relation to Alan Botsford, the cardiologist?

I was his wife before he traded me in on a younger model.

I'm sorry.

Easy come, easy go.

Dr. Travis?

Okay, get Mrs. Claviris to radiology right away.

Excuse me, Dr. Travis?

Here's that shine.

Think we can still get out of here tonight?

How many disasters can we have in one day?

I can't wait to get to Carmel.

I can't wait to get to the car.

Six hours alone with you, no patients, no pagers, just you and me.

And lots of rest stops.

Maggie? What?

People were getting worried.

Wondering where you were.

It's a funny place for the head nurse.

Especially just now.

It would be even funnier if I was going to stay on as head nurse.

I'm sitting here seriously considering leaving.

Well, that's funny too.

As my father always said, you pegged as one of the best.

I am.

And I have been since I graduated nursing school.

And then?

And then, and then, Corinne Hatcher.

She isn't even a nurse.

I am a nurse.

She's just a bitch. She just walks over people to get what she wants.

Like the nursing administrator's job?

You hang around a hospital, you hear things.

That job should have been mine.

You sound like you really hate Corinne.

Maybe enough to kill her.

I hated my math teacher. He's still alive and well and teaching in

Boston.

I'm missing something.

Somebody murdered Corinne Hatcher.

Base your head in.

I'm not surprised.

She had such a way with people.

What about you?

Where were you during the past hour?

Here.

The hiding, mostly.

What?

You want me to call my lawyer?

Are you going to arrest me?

Not for hiding.

Look, uh... We can talk more about this later.

Right now they're going to need every nurse they can get down at triage.

You know, this is not a drill anymore, Maggie.

What?

It's real.

I know that matters to you.

Okay,

I'll go 3 -5 on the Picasso. Now, what about the Beckman?

Yes, I know it's ugly. All my Beckmans are ugly, but they're terrific

investments. Now, what I want you to do is... I'm sorry, Mr. Carrot, but we need

this room. We have a real emergency.

Why didn't you just say so?

Sorry, this thing is heavier than it looks. I know. These blunts are pretty

solid. You can really give somebody a good whack with one, huh? Yeah, I can

think of a couple of people I'd like to give a good whack.

Like Corinne Hatcher.

Well, that was a personal matter. Real personal. I mean, if the rumors are

You know, that she slept with you to get the nursing administrator's job.

You're pretty cocky for a resident.

A resident, board member.

When it comes to murder, we're all equal in the eyes of the law.

Corinne's dead.

Murdered?

Look, the only thing I'm guilty of is allowing Corinne to manipulate me into

giving her what should have been Maggie Deming's job, which unfortunately didn't

stop there.

Corinne wanted more.

Doug Hanson's job.

State Director of Disaster Services.

And you were going to help her. You heard Corinne. Did it sound like I had a

choice?

Okay, in just about a minute now, you're going to feel a lot better. And don't

worry, you'll be fine.

Any more?

That's it.

That's it?

Well, the last two were DOA. Sent them straight to pathology.

That's it.

Well, for now. I mean, there are still people buried in that tunnel.

Which means it's going to get very crazy around here again very soon.

You know, I sent Adele Bosford to check your green tag. I mean, it was nothing

serious. I'll go check on her.

Thanks.

It's all right, Zaina. You can go home if you want to. We have it covered here.

Thank you.

Family crisis?

A fashion crisis. A patient threw up on her new Ferragamo shoes.

Well, at $1 ,000 a pop, I'd cry too.

She can afford a new pair of shoes, Ferragamo or otherwise.

Lesser husband feels the need for a nice young trophy wife.

Adele, you do good work.

You know, without you down in the OR today, we could have lost that patient.

could really use you around here.

If that's a job offer, I'll take it.

Prospects are not great for RNs that are 15 years behind the times.

Oh, couldn't be that bad. Come on.

Oh, what, that I was married to a cardiologist with enough money to buy

Well, yeah.

I wouldn't have had a better lawyer.

I got some artwork, a couple of Beckmans, antique China, and the...

the SL.

It could be worse. I got the Flintstone glasses and the Volvo.

That is worse.

Forgive me for prying, but gossip has it that Alan's affair with Corinne is what

broke the two of you up.

That and his affair with Cindy and Evelyn and Jennifer and Betty.

Well, Corinne Hatcher won't be breaking up any more marriages.

I found her body in my path lab.

She's been murdered.

Well, if they also find Jennifer, Cindy, Evelyn, and Patty dead, I'm your

killer.

I think we can upgrade Mr. Reeves to a green tag.

Give him three milligrams of morphine for the pain and take some dextrate.

We'll talk after I see the pill.

Any luck?

Corinne Hatcher was last seen on the fourth floor headed toward a meeting

Doug Hanson, who seems to have dropped out of sight.

You know, that's interesting, because according to Peyton Cartwright, Hanson

Corinne's next target. At least his job was.

Well, Hanson's got to be around here someplace, right?

Well, he didn't get past security.

What about Maggie Deming? I haven't seen her since the drill.

She's okay, but don't count on her showing up anytime soon. She counts

as one of Corinne's victims, psychologically speaking.

Apparently, Corinne had a lot of victims, psychologically speaking.

Amen.

Dr. Sloan, I am really sorry to bother you, but we're moving some of the less

critical patients to make room for the red tags.

And you need someone to help you with Art.

Well, you are the only one that seems to be able to handle him.

It's that bedside manner of yours, Dad. It's a blessing.

It's such a blessing.

Art?

Dr. Sloan, sorry to... He's code blue. I'll get a crash cart.

No need, nerd.

He's gone.

Just give me a share a moment with the world.

He's cyanotic.

Blue lips and skin.

Cutaneous hemorrhaging of the cheeks. Also hemorrhaging of the retinas.

And the fibers from the pillow were visible in his mouth and his throat.

In other words, he was suffocated.

Poor Art probably didn't have much of a chance to fight back. He was so weak in

that chemotherapy.

Why would anybody want to kill this man?

Is this the same guy, Art Amador?

That's Art before the chemotherapy.

$18 and a bus pass.

Something tells me that robbery wasn't the motive here.

What if the murderer didn't have a motive, or at least one we could

First Corinne and then Art.

Could be we're dealing with a serial killer. I don't think so, because then

method and the victim would have been a little more consistent.

Could be we're talking two killers.

Maybe the murders aren't related at all.

Well, I think maybe they are. Look at this.

Maybe Art was killed because of something he saw.

Like Corinne Hatcher's murder.

Got some blood stains over here.

I have got a stainless steel picture with blood and hair on it. Which no

will turn out to be Curran Hatcher's. I'll be in pathology.

So, maybe Curran was on her rounds, counted one of her victims, they got in

argument.

She was murdered in here, and I saw the whole thing from across the hall.

Killer rushed over there, took care of Art, and then came back in here and

Corinne's body to the path lab.

So we wouldn't make a connection between the two deaths.

You know, the terrible fact is if I had just let Corinne send Art to county...

Dad, you were just trying to help the man.

You couldn't have known this was going to happen.

Well, it looks like we're going to get a lot of time to dwell on it anyway.

Trauma team to the ER bay one.

Trauma team to the ER bay one.

30 -degree burns on the torso, extending from waist to neck, breathing ragged.

BP 90 over 50.

Pupils dilated.

Nurse! Need a nurse in here!

Dr. Sloan.

Will I do?

You bet, Maggie.

Lactated ringers, wide open, CBC, lights, type, and cross, and get him

burn unit, stat.

You got it. Maggie, you got to be back.

The hair and blood are a definite match to Corinne Hatcher's.

Fingerprints? Just talcum powder. Probably residue from a pair of surgical

gloves, which doesn't help us.

Surgical gloves are easy to find in a hospital.

But Doug Hanson isn't. He still hasn't turned up.

Well, when you finally track him down, maybe we'll get some answers.

I hope so, because I'll have a whole new set of questions.

That just came in from the DMV.

Art's ID was phony?

Before he turned up in Venice ten years ago, Art Amador didn't even exist.

Well, there must be some record of him somewhere.

If Axis prints to NCIC, they might have something on him. So I guess we wait.

Keep looking for Doug Hanson.

Think Hanson's our killer?

Or our third victim.

Watch

it.

Sorry.

Ah, go away.

Not a chance.

Give him a gram of acetaminophen and keep that staling going.

So, was he poisoned?

Drugged? Flew.

Flew? Flew. To be exact, he has a new serotype that's been going around.

Why didn't you tell somebody you were sick?

Why did you even come to work? I mean, can't you get somebody to cover for you?

Right.

I could be collecting unemployment in two weeks.

What do you mean?

Corinne Hatcher is what I mean.

She slept with Peyton Cartwright and God knows who else trying to get my job.

I hung in as long as I could until I had to find a quiet place to pass out,

leaving center stage to Corinne.

Oh, she took center stage, all right.

Right after her big death scene.

Corinne Hatcher was killed.

Murdered.

I'm suddenly feeling a whole lot better.

Next time we have a disaster drill, I vote we don't have a real disaster at

same time.

Oh, the double murder.

An unsolved double murder.

Well, at least we can eliminate one suspect. We know that Doug Hanson was

weak to smother or bludgeon anyone.

He is now, but a couple of hours ago, who knows?

And he said he lost his coke somewhere in the hospital. What if he got rid of

it? Yeah, probably to cover the fact that it was covered with Corinne's

Okay. Then put Hanson back in the question mark category.

Along with several hundred other possible suspects.

Everybody in the hospital, to be exact.

Hope you've got some good news. If only. I got a match for Art's fingerprints

from NCIC.

That's not good news?

It should be, but it isn't.

According to NCIC, Art Amador is dead.

We know that.

Did you know he's been dead for 12 years?

The man we know as Arthur Amador was really Martin Spencer Beckman.

Wait a minute, I think I've heard of him. He was an artist.

A famous and eccentric artist.

12 years ago, he sailed out to sea and disappeared.

Yeah, I read about that. All he left was a suicide note.

And a handful of paintings, each one worth millions.

I've got a cousin, Chico. His wife has a gallery in Santa Monica.

How many cousins do you have?

First or second.

Do you think Art was really Beckman?

I mean, why would a guy that successful want to live like a bum?

Well, his lifestyle probably wasn't a choice. He was severely schizophrenic.

Schizophrenic or not, he pulled off a pretty effective disappearance.

As long as nobody recognized him.

Look at this.

This is the way Beckman looked when he was famous.

Then when he disappeared, he grew a long hair and a beard.

Which he lost thanks to the chemo. And started looking like the old Beckman

again. Someone recognized him?

Someone who realized he'd been alive all these years drawing portraits of

tourists down on the Venice boardwalk.

Wow. By now, those Beckmans must be at common at stop times.

Well, if that ever got out the value of his old paintings, we'd go down in fast.

Sounds like a motive for murder.

Especially to a wealthy art collector.

That's right.

We've had it backwards all along.

Corinne was not the intended victim.

She witnessed our murder.

It's possible.

The time of death is awash. Either victim could have been killed first.

Question is, who would know enough about expensive artwork to recognize Martin

Spencer Beckman? Much less want to kill him.

Well, there is one person.

Impossible. Beckman drowned 12 years ago. The story is as famous as Van

ear. No, for the past 12 years, Beckman's been in Venice working on his

Alive? And working?

Yep. And according to Jesse's cousin's wife, both the artist and his work will

have to be completely reappraised. Oh, God, this is a disaster.

Really? Worse than October of 87 and 97 combined.

I'd better call my broker and dump my Beckmans before the bottom drops out.

What happens when the buyers find out that their painting is worth a lot less

than they paid you for them? Oh, they'll regain their value eventually.

Eventually could take years.

Which is a very good reason to sell now and buy later.

It's even a better reason to commit murder.

I'll call my lawyer after I'm done with my broker.

Do you have a quarter, please?

It's 35 cents.

Thank you.

Cartwright's lawyer was very specific.

Charge my client or leave him alone.

We don't have enough evidence to charge him. Cartwright and his lawyer must be

happy about that. Mark?

Mark, we're going to be in big trouble if they keep sending us new majors. Our

blood supply is down to zero.

Okay, call Sacramento and ask them for packed cells via Medivac. We don't have

time to wait for Medivac. We'll start losing patients before they get here.

Okay, put out a call for more volunteer donors. I already did. They're on their

way. Good girl.

Solving a murder is hard enough under normal circumstances.

In the middle of all this chaos.

Well, we have isolated a few suspects.

We have.

Out of the hundreds of possibles we have today, Maggie Deming and Doug Hanson.

Stand out. Along with Peyton Cartwright.

Well, the problem is Maggie and Hanson both may have wanted Corinne dead, but

neither of them had any connection to art.

Not that we've found yet, but I've got people checking on both their

backgrounds. Well, I just hope to find something before we're out of time.

Which way did the blood drive?

My guess would be the triage.

Well, I hope I don't scare the medics.

I'm already a bloody mess.

That's it.

That's what?

Blood, stains, dirt. That's the clue we need.

Okay, so you found Art here in the bed with his sketchbook, right? Apparently

was drawing when he was attacked.

He still had a piece of charcoal in his hand.

Exactly. But a little piece of charcoal. And maybe it didn't start out that way.

Now maybe Art fought back.

With this.

Okay, the killer comes in, stands on this side of the bed, and smothers Art.

I see what you're getting at. As weak as Art was, he would have tried to fight

off his attacker.

Right, but that's when he broke the charcoal and marked his killer.

See? I mean, all we have to do is match the charcoal to the black streak.

You mean on the lab jacket like this one?

Look here.

That's coffee from this morning.

This is a grease stain I think I got from a gurney.

And this, I think, is charcoal I actually got when I gave Artie's eye

every jacket and uniform in this hospital probably has smudges and stains

like those.

All right, so I guess my great idea wasn't that great.

No, Jesse, you're on to something, all right.

Art marked his killer, but not the way you think he did.

Five o 'clock, Mr. Cartwright. You're out on time. I'm never late for an

appointment, especially when it's about removing a hot, uncomfortable fiberglass

splint. Well, you know, unfortunately, you're going to have to keep that on for

just a little bit longer. Our impromptu blood drive here has kind of run over.

What do we got?

Severe facial trauma, BP stable, heartbeat regular.

I started my lactated ringers. I want an IV antibiotics, Maggie.

Some Florazine. I want to check for corneal damage.

Adele, which lamp, please?

Mr. Cartwright, would you please turn off the light?

I don't know how you did it, Maggie, but you got that dye all over me.

No.

No, I didn't.

That was inert saline that Maggie put in the patient's eyes, not fluorescein.

As a matter of fact...

There was only one administration of fluorescein in the entire hospital

Which was used on a chemotherapy patient suffering from possible corneal damage.

Art, I must have stained my uniform when you gave him the test.

You left the room long before I broke the seal on that fluorescein container,

Lil. Got those stains somewhere else when you killed Art Amador.

A .K .A. Martin Beckman.

what this is all about, but it's not very funny.

Murder rarely is.

But you can't actually believe I had any reason to kill that art person.

You had a few million reasons, Adele.

Your husband left you with no cash settlement.

All you had was a few art pieces.

Beckmans, right?

Right. But there's no crime in owning Beckmans, is there?

Well, it is a crime to murder the man who painted them.

When you saw Beckman in his room today, You recognized him.

If word got out he was alive, your Beckmans would have dropped in value

overnight.

Which drove you to a drastic decision.

You smothered Art.

And in the process, you got some traces of fluorescein residue on your clothes

along with some smudges of large charcoal.

Corrine Hatcher was unlucky enough to catch you in the act.

You took the water picture from his room and chased her into the room across the

hall.

You know what happened after that?

You're trying to trick me.

You have no proof.

We have all the proof we need. In trying to defend himself, Art got fluorescein

stains on your uniform.

I'm sure we'll find fluorescein stains on the handle of that water pitcher you

used to kill Corinne. Then there's that smudge from Art's charcoal.

If that's not enough, we'll no doubt find Corinne's blood on your clothes.

Alan and I went to all of Beckman's openings.

When he disappeared, I actually cried.

I worshipped the man.

His talent.

And when I saw him this morning... What you saw was what you're going to lose.

I didn't want to kill anyone.

But I was dying anyway.

You have to understand how I felt after Alan betrayed me.

And Corinne, my good friend, he left me with nothing.

I didn't have a choice.

You had a choice.

You chose very badly.

Let's go.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you say can and will be used again.

Hey,

didn't take you long to get changed.

I'm not staying here a minute longer than necessary.

Hey, Amanda, you happen to see Nurse Hilliard around?

She was in the nurse's lounge a few minutes ago. Why? Oh, um, why? Because

uh...

I owe her five bucks. She lent it to me this morning.

Today?

Today, yeah. I just hate being in debt.

You've been in the hospital all day today. If you didn't have the money this

morning, how is it that you have it now?

Because I just found it.

Oh. In my shoe.

Really? When I changed.

Uh -huh.

It's a question.

Hey.

If we leave now, we can get to Carmel.

So Adele gave a complete statement?

She confessed everything.

As soon as she saw Art or Beckman, something just snapped.

Anybody want to join me in the cafeteria for a bite?

I thought you were in a hurry to get out of here.

I don't like to leave on an empty stomach.

Bad news?

I just talked to Hanson.

We failed the drill.

But don't lose hope, friends. He also complimented us, for as he put it, our

swift and efficient handling of today's real emergency. And he said we've earned

another chance.

Another drill. Two weeks from now. Which gives our new nursing administrator

enough time to get us completely organized.

More important, we'll all have a chance to catch our breath and... Close the

gate to the ER.

Close the gate to the ER, please.

I love this show.