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Alright, let's go.

Now, breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth, in,

out.

Great, now let's get ready for transition labor.

Come on girls, let's do our hee -hee -hees. Oh, let's not.

Grumpiness and irritability are good signs in women over 37 weeks. It means

you are psychologically ready to give birth. Whoa! It means you can't remember

when you weren't pregnant and you can't imagine when it's going to end.

Swollen feet, sore back. All right, all right, all right, all right.

Let's skip the hee -hees and we'll adjust our pillows and get ready for our

total body relaxation exercise.

And then when we're done, we'll have some protein cookies. Whoa! Right on.

I don't know what's worse, her attitude or her cookies.

Is she always this grumpy?

Colleen, only when her husband's not here.

When your husband's not here and you're not being a grump? Yes, but he's a flyer

and so is your ex, so I can vent to you any time about the Air Force and you'll

understand.

Separation, lack of family life, transfers of good friends.

Now who's grumpy?

I'm not being grumpy. I'm bitter.

All right, here we go.

Now, breathe slowly.

Exhale.

I want you to put yourself in a place of peace.

Imagine yourself beside a mountain stream or on a sandy beach.

Skinny in a bikini.

Hold it!

Can I help you, sir?

You better.

One of you is having my baby.

And I want to know who.

And if you don't tell me, I'm going to blow us all up.

All right, you.

And you, two men.

Get out. Not a chance.

Mr. Clancy.

Yeah, you're making my thumb twitch. You don't want to make my thumb twitch.

You can't ask these husbands to leave their wives.

I'm not asking!

I'm telling!

They stay, they'll try something on my robe, and then I'll kill her, and this

whole day he's shot to hell.

Maybe you should do as he asks.

Please, Roger.

Yeah, please, Roger.

Anything happens to my wife or child, And I will find you and kill you with my

bare hands.

Yeah, yadda, yadda, yadda. Now you've proved your manhood, get the hell out.

tell the cops to disappear, too. Men of mood, they also make my thumb twitch.

Look, why don't you go across the street to Community General Hospital?

Look for Dr. Mark Sloan. He'll help. Hey!

Hey! I get to bomb!

I get to give the orders!

And who's Mark Sloan? And turn up the...

Mark Sloan.

Mark. Hi.

Mark, I have a problem.

Your friend Juliet decided to go into labor right in the middle of the class.

Well, no, but if a man barged into my childbirth in class with a bomb strapped

to his chest, I might.

Bomb?

Yes.

Mark, do you know a Dr. Adam Embry?

Yes, he has an office here.

Okay, well, this man with the bomb, Bob Bear, he says that Embry's a fraud and

that Embry gave away his sperm without his consent.

What? And furthermore, he is absolutely sure that one of the women here is among

his donees. So he's decided to blow them all up? That make sense?

I didn't say it made sense, Marv. It makes perfect sense.

Holding a bunch of pregnant women hostage?

Making sure I get my answer.

I don't quite understand.

Well, then try this.

Lorraine and I.

Lorraine is my wife.

We tried everything we could to make a baby.

We charted cycles.

We took temperatures. We did a variety of positions. Five years of nothing.

So you went to Dr. Embry. Right, right. The creator of families. That's what his

brochures say. But all we got was gift and theft and surgeries and drugs and

and two more years of useless procedures.

Well, look, it isn't an exact science. You know, some of the very best

practitioners only get maybe 40 % success rate.

Yeah.

This success rate was much higher because he gave my sperm to other women.

One of these women.

Now, he stole my seed, and I have a right to know who's got it.

All right, look.

You let those women go, and we'll go have a talk with Dr. Emory.

No, he'll just come down here and lie, and everybody will believe him. You get

that bastard on the phone, or his live birth success rate's going way down.

I'll do the very best I can. That's right. You will.

I got my finger on this detonator. That's exactly what you'll do. And if I

cop anywhere near here, or if you continue in that patronizing tone of

this whole place is going up!

He was a big help.

Did you get Steve? Yeah, he's on his way.

Don't worry, we're going to figure out a way to get Amanda out of there.

Maybe we should just rush him.

Our combined weight alone would take him down.

So I'm not a patient person.

I need some water.

Forget it. She's scared.

Well, that's not my fault. That's Embry's.

She's also pregnant.

There's water in the fridge. And juice and sodas. And protein cookies.

I'll just get it. Just stay put.

I'll get it. And sit down.

You're making me nervous.

Easy.

I still think we should just take him.

Do you think Dr. Sloan can help us?

Honey, I don't know. Do any of you know what's wrong with this man, what he's

talking about? He's crazy.

Besides that, I have been teaching classes for Adam Embry for five years.

He's a caring and ethical doctor. Gives women and their husbands hope.

Something a lot of them have lived without.

She's right. You know how long Craig and I tried to get pregnant.

I've always wanted to be a mother. To do right all the things my own mother did

wrong.

I didn't think I'd have that chance two years ago. But now Dr. Embry has given

me three chances.

Triplets.

Triplets? Mm -hmm.

I want a sharpshooter at every window in this hallway.

Yes, sir. You two, doctor's lounge. Yes, sir.

Steve, what are you doing? Bear said no police.

I can't ignore a hostage situation just because some nut with a bomb says I

should. I don't like having armed men in the hospital. I know, but the clinic is

directly across the street from here, which will give my men their best line

fire, if they need it. Put Amanda in there.

I know.

Hope it won't come to that.

They all have to go to the bathroom?

It happens when you drink water.

Well, then you can't have any more.

Mr. Bear, I understand your sense of urgency in getting your answers. But

me, these ladies also have a sense of urgency.

No. No bathroom. They get out of my sight, they'll be gone.

How and where?

Out that window?

Okay. But you're not pregnant.

What's to stop you from leaving?

Because I am the only doctor here. And I'm certainly not going to leave them

with the likes of you alone.

I don't like you. I'm so surprised.

I'm the one with the detonator.

Look around you, Mr. Bear.

There are overdue, hormonally ravaged, bathroom -dependent women here.

Now, if you get in the way of their bodily functions, I know that they will

you into tiny little pieces.

Now who has the detonator?

I wish I knew more about what was going on in there.

Mark Sloan.

It's me.

Amanda? Mark, I'm in the bathroom on my cell phone.

Amanda, if he catches you in there... He won't. He's too afraid to come in here.

He's finally learning what pregnant women are all about.

Look, just try to keep him calm. I'm on my way down to see Embry now.

Amanda? Steve, what are you doing?

Bear said no police.

I'm just trying to assess the situation.

The situation is I have four pregnant women and a lunatic with a bomb strapped

to him.

What does it look like?

What do you mean, what does it look like? It looks like a bomb.

Amanda, it may come down to me knowing as much as possible about that device.

The only person that can give me that information is you.

Hurry up, McNair. Oh, we'll be right out.

Amanda?

Thank you for seeing me, Dr. Embry.

Here at the Embry Clinic, we try to help nature become more beneficent.

That's our only goal.

Offering hope to the hopeless.

Well, we have an outstanding success record.

We use only the most advanced techniques.

It must be hard when those techniques fail.

Oh, very.

But we counsel our potential parents never to give up.

That hope you talked about, that's what makes families.

You didn't give Bob Bear one.

You remember him?

He's in your clinic across the street holding a group of pregnant women

He says you used his sperm to fertilize one of them without his knowledge, and

he wants to know who.

I knew something like this would happen.

That is true.

No!

And it's all her fault. Who?

Patricia Callender.

She was my nurse and my significant other.

I know it was unprofessional, and I finally...

Broke it off. But when I did, she invented a bunch of wild stories about

unethical practices at the clinic.

And one of those stories was about the unauthorized use of sperm.

And embryos and anything else she could think of.

Fortunately, the medical board proved her to be a consummate liar.

Well, unfortunately, Mr. Bayer believed her. And right now he's threatening to

blow up that clinic unless he gets an answer.

Let me talk to Bob.

I don't know that I can help, but I should at least try.

That's what Nurse Calendar said. Nurse Calendar invented those lies to hurt me,

Bob. I'm sorry if she hurt you instead.

No, you're the liar.

I kept donating and you kept storing just so you could give it away.

We talked about that, Bob.

We stored so that when Lorraine produced viable eggs, we'd have sperm of high

motility that were ready to go.

Yeah, so modal that you couldn't keep them in the little jars.

I understand how difficult this has all been for you.

A doctor?

Shut up.

You don't know a thing.

Sloan, are you still there?

Yes, Mr. Bear, right here.

This bastard is a liar.

You find Calendar. She'll show you. Mr. Bear. And if you don't find her, or if

you call me back with something I don't want to hear, then these women are going

to die.

And it'll be your fault.

You see? You see?

This guy, he would rather lie and watch you die than admit the truth.

No! Mr. Bear, these women are not your enemies.

And if you're right, they're just as much victims of Adam Embry as you are.

What? Stop. No, no, no.

My water just broke.

She's in labor.

At your own pace, breathe through it.

Pretend it isn't happening.

What's going on?

She's having a baby, you moron. With all the stress you've created, it's a

wonder they all aren't in labor.

They wouldn't dare.

Miss Callender?

I'm not due back in pediatrics for 15 minutes. Go away.

I'm not from pediatrics.

Emergency, right?

I don't do emergency. Blood mats my fur.

You used to be Adam Embry's nurse, right?

I used to be a lot of things. Now, I'm a rabbit.

Do you remember a patient by the name of Bob Bear?

Yeah, Mr. One Taco Short of a Combination Plate. I'd rather spend time

puking kids.

I do spend time with puking kids. Right now.

Bob Bear has four pregnant women held hostage across the street because he

thinks that one of them is having his child.

Only he wasn't involved, not directly.

And Adam says he doesn't know anything about it, that this is all my fault?

You have to help us prove otherwise.

Sorry, late.

Gotta go.

Lovely party, Doctor. Whoa, whoa, whoa. You just told me you had 15 minutes.

You know, I really ought to get me one of them bunny batteries. Look, Bob Bear

is going to kill all of these women if he doesn't find out which one is having

his child.

I told Adam that somebody would finally lose it if he kept playing God like

that. So then Bear was right. Embry has been doing unauthorized procedures.

Unauthorized fertility drugs, unauthorized embryo transfers,

freezing, keyword unauthorized. Why would he do all that?

Insurance payments.

So he did anything he could to keep charging until the benefits ran out.

made him the biggest beneficiary of all.

He's probably got a boatload of money stuck out in the Cayman Islands just

waiting for him and Nurse Perky the beach bunny. And I bet she's wearing

fur. Okay, and when you went to the hospital board?

Adam makes a gazillion dollars for this place. By the time he was through with

me, I'd lost my nursing license and gained a bunny suit.

What about the records?

See, he said I faked them.

Like I could copy that hieroglyphic he calls a signature.

Oh, God, I hate that man. Okay, then look, then you've got to help us stop

I mean, show us the files. We'll believe them. And if you don't, I could get

thrown out of this hospital for good.

Entertaining kids with this stupid suit is all I have left.

It's not my problem.

It is your problem if you're the only one who can save these women's lives.

What's taking so long?

You try having a baby and see.

Oh, my back hurts.

There's some towels in the bathroom and a water bottle under the sink.

Did someone say bathroom?

Well?

Go on.

Please don't tell me you're having

contractions. With three babies sitting on my bladder, who could tell?

Hi, it's me.

Juliet's gone into labor.

Can you see the head yet?

Yeah, but I haven't practiced obstetrics since I was a resident.

Well, Cheryl's a trained nurse practitioner. It ought to help.

Mark, these women are having multiple births. What if one of them should go

labor? And tell Steve this lunatic has dynamite wrapped all the way around his

body, that the detonator looks like a call button out of a hospital room, and

that it's attached to a silver box with a red light. I've got to go.

Are you sure you're okay?

My blood sugar's through the floor. All right, well, maybe you should have had

one of Cheryl's cookies.

It's just a thought.

That much explosive could take out the clinic and half the hospital.

I just hope Jesse's found Patricia Callender. And that she's right and

lying.

Otherwise, I don't know what to tell Bear to get him to let those women go.

Lieutenant Sloan?

Mrs. Bear?

Oh, thank you for coming down. This is my father, Dr. Mark Sloan.

He's been talking with your husband.

Can I do anything to help?

Sit down, would you, Mrs. Bear?

You know, right at the moment, your husband is jeopardizing a lot of lives.

you could just talk to him.

I'm not sure he'll listen. Not anymore.

What happened, Mrs. Bear? What brought him to this?

Do you know what it's like to be a lab rat, doctor?

I'm afraid not.

Stuck with needles, poked at, peered into, cut open.

And also that you can turn into some egg manufacturing robot and prove your

husband's worth as a man.

Oh, I know those fertility procedures can be difficult.

Bob went nuts trying to get me pregnant.

And forget adoption. Oh, the only way he was willing to carry on Bear and Son's

scrap metal tradition was with the fruit of his own loins.

It's been a very bad year, Dr.

Sloan. I don't blame him for wanting to kill Dr.

Embry. Oh, I was ready to kill the both of them.

But all those women and their... Do you want to talk to them?

Lorraine? Bob, honey, this doesn't help.

I don't have a choice in this anymore. Embry took that away from us.

This isn't the way to fix it.

I'm doing this for...

Barron, sons, you know that, hmm? And one of these women is carrying the fruit

of my loins.

The only fruit here is you.

You know how I feel about this.

Oh, yes.

Only a kid with your DNA is genetically capable of hauling scrap metal, and for

that, you threaten to blow up a bunch of pregnant women?

You haven't got that sense of a dunk truck.

Mr. Barron.

You walked out on me, Lorraine.

I'm going to do whatever I have to to get my kid. But it won't be your baby.

Even if it is your baby, you blithering idiot.

I'm through talking to you, Lorraine.

Fine.

Huh.

Oh, told you. I told you it wouldn't work. He is totally unreasonable.

She never got it.

Never. There has been a bear and a son of bear ever since there has been metal.

You just don't give up on that.

What about a daughter of bear? Or wouldn't that be good enough?

Maybe.

That's changed a lot of signs.

Oh, I've got to push.

Push?

The baby's coming for you.

Okay, okay.

Okay, hold on. Hold on, honey.

You almost did it.

Beep, beep, beep.

Breathe. Okay.

It's all right.

Hold on. Breathe. Hold on.

Okay. Okay,

Juliet. Okay, okay, Juliet. Push.

Go ahead. Push. Okay, I can see the head. Okay.

Turn sugar for me. Come on, baby. Turn that shoulder.

Slowly.

Slowly. Take your time.

Take your time. Okay.

Come on, sweetie.

See, that wasn't so tough, was it? No, he's okay.

Oh,

sweetie.

She didn't look anything like me.

She didn't even look like her.

I guess Embry got you, too, huh? You're someone else's sperm.

My husband's Japanese -American. Craig Yohata.

Oh.

Mr. Beer.

It's obvious that these two can't give you anything. Why don't you just let

go back to the hospital to make sure that they're all right?

Please.

Okay, all right, but just them. I'm not done yet. Not till I get my kid.

What are you doing? I'm just calling the EMT to make sure that they send a

gurney and a tendon to meet her. That's all, okay?

Amanda?

It wasn't low blood sugar.

Oh, my God.

What? What now?

Triplets.

Guys, this is Patricia Callender, and these are what we've been looking for.

They're hallucinating.

Embry's clinic records. Yeah, look at that.

Oh, what do you know?

So you do believe me? I told you they would.

They need me in the ER.

Yeah, they need both of us.

Thank you.

You may have helped save a lot of lives.

Well, Juliet, you're going to be fine, and so is your baby.

You know that crazy guy over there?

He's just crazy, isn't he?

I mean about Dr. Embry.

Amanda's going to be all right?

When you did the in vitro procedure, I guess you had to sign a lot of papers,

huh? I don't know which was worse, the hospital paperwork or the insurance

forms.

The insurance forms.

Were you ever asked to sign permission for use of unused embryo for research?

Yes, but we didn't want to risk giving any away.

So then this isn't your...

Signature right here authorizing the donation?

Absolutely not.

Well, it's beginning to look like it's possible that Mr. Bear isn't so crazy

after all.

He's left the hospital. He's not responding to his page. His car phone's

off and the officers I sent to his house say he hasn't showed up there yet.

We've got to find him. There's more going on at that Embry clinic than even

Bear knows about.

Dr. Sloan.

It's Adam Embry, Dr. Sloan.

Embry? I'm sorry. I've been ignoring your page.

I really have to talk to you.

I know. I'm on my way back to Community General right now.

I've been thinking about this all day.

Bob Bear was right, wasn't he?

You've been forging signatures and sealing embryos and sperm for use in

patients. Families are built as much on love as on genetics, Doctor.

I honestly thought I was helping people.

You have got to tell Bear the truth.

The truth is it's going to be a while before we find out if any of those women

are carrying his baby.

But I will talk to him.

Something's wrong.

What is it?

I can't stop.

My brakes are out.

One thing for sure, we can't let Bear know that Embry's dead.

Why not? He might just give up.

Well, it's more likely to push him even further over the edge.

Bear thinks Embry's the only one that can tell him the truth. If we're going

change his mind about that, we need time to look at those files.

Hey, this is the video surveillance tape from the hospital parking garage.

Sweeps the area every three minutes.

Are you sure Embry's brake line was cut?

CHP checked the car when they pulled it out of the bay. Said it seemed pretty

obvious. What about the body?

Well, the car was empty.

They're going to check up and down the coast, but with those currents, they

don't know if they'll ever find a body.

Well, here comes Embry's car.

You gotta be kidding me.

Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to wear this if I were going to

sabotage Adam's car?

You had plenty of reason to want him dead.

Yeah. You bet I did. He dumped me for that nurse Perky and then made sure I'd

spend the rest of my life in rabbit ears.

But those are yours.

Everybody at the hospital knows I keep a second suit in my locker. Kids puke at

inopportune times.

I'll send an officer to check the spare for grease stains, but it's all the same

to you.

I don't suppose you have an alibi.

Probably. Let me think about it.

I told you I'd get thrown out of this hospital.

I just didn't know it would be in handcuffs.

Mark Sloan.

Mark, triplets.

What? Colleen Atkins is having triplets, and there's another woman who is in

labor, and she's going to have twins.

Five at once?

Mark, listen.

I may not be up on my OBGYN procedures, but let me tell you right here and now,

I know I don't have the equipment or the supplies to bring five babies into the

world at once.

Jesse and I are double -checking the clinic's records, and it looks like Bear

right, but we need some time to come up with an answer that's going to make him

happy. Well, what do you know?

The lunatic had a point, after all. Can you get Emory to admit it?

Afraid not, Amanda.

Emory's been murdered.

What? Well, that's just great.

Bear's unstable enough as it is. When he finds out that Emory is dead, he's

going to lose his mind.

That's why you can't tell him.

Amanda, Steve's got sharpshooters watching your front window. We can't get

to surrender.

Wait a minute. You want me to walk him to the window so that you can fill him

with lead and I've got a room full of pregnant women? Are you both crazy?

That is he.

I knew that bastard would figure a way out of this. By getting himself

He's clever.

But you, I warned you about the cops, but I should have known that you

listen. You love to talk too much.

Dr.

Sloan has found evidence that Dr. Embry has been doing exactly what you said

he's been doing. If you'll just let me make... No!

No!

I'm sick of this.

I'm fed up with it. The cops want me out of here? I can do that. No, no, no.

Hey, take it out in the hall. I'm having babies here.

You people make me so tired.

Those babies are on their way.

And since you don't seem interested in letting us out of here, I'm going to

help delivering them.

Why? You delivered the one before. It wasn't any big deal.

Well, it is.

It's a very big deal. Those are three low birth weight babies.

And if I don't get an EMT and decent equipment here quick, those babies could

die. And I don't think you want that blood on your hands, no. Especially

one, if not all three, are yours.

Okay.

One EMT.

Dr. Sloan? Yes.

I was thinking I could talk to Bob again.

No. I appreciate your offer. Thank you.

I heard a rumor that Embry is dead. That's true.

That was nice of him. He was murdered, Mrs. Bear.

Someone cut his brake line before he left the hospital early this morning.

I could have done it.

Yes, you could have.

And I might have.

especially if Bob had killed all those people.

But he didn't, so I didn't.

Maybe I should have.

Are all those women in there, are they going to be all right?

Well, they'll be all right if my son can get your husband to surrender.

Otherwise, I'm afraid there are going to be a lot more deaths, including Bob's.

What do I do?

Okay, I want you to time the contractions, breathe slowly, and relax.

Okay? Okay.

I'll stay right here with you.

Laura's only three centimeters dilated.

It's going to be a while.

We keep having babies at this rate and we can start our own basketball league.

All right, come on, come on. Close the door.

Thank God the EMT is here.

No quick moves.

No problem.

Aren't you awfully tall for an EMT?

I'm just here to help.

Okay. Don't do anything.

Don't worry.

Doctor, would you help me set up the incubator?

What are you doing here?

My job.

You said you needed help.

I need medical help, and I still need medical help.

You need someone trained to handle a guy with a bomb.

So what are you going to do, throw yourself on him for the good of the

really hope it doesn't come to that.

You'd rather walk him over to the window and have the cops fill the place with

lead? We haven't filled the place with lead in years. Besides, I don't think...

Come on.

Okay, Cheryl, I can use your help.

Mr. Miller, would you take her place, please?

Come on, let's go.

You're an EMT?

Well, I haven't done this in a while.

Don't they do it with pressure courses?

I missed the last one.

Oh, wonderful.

Well, just tell me to take slow, deep breaths and relax.

Like this.

What you said before about, uh, that Bob was right about Dr. Emery, that was

just to calm him down a little bit.

I'm afraid not.

Dr. Sloan discovered something, but he didn't have a chance to tell me more

about it.

This doesn't sound like Adam. I've known him for years.

And he's dead?

This is unbelievable.

Apparently, Dr.

Embry was very good at hiding the truth.

Now you're supposed to tell me to take one last slow breath.

Take one last slow breath. Not now!

Oh, men.

If my husband doesn't change every diaper for the next three years, he's

I believe it.

These look like transfer records of some sort, but they're all in code.

Lorelei 4 to Bambi 3, Vulcan 12 to Barbarella 7, and then there's a Doc

everywhere. Oh, that's Embry's license plate number I saw on the videotape.

You think he was using his own sperm?

That's what it sounds like, all right.

You know, we really need Patricia Callender to translate this if we're

give Barry any kind of an answer.

Look, I don't think she's going to be too eager to help us out after we

her of tampering with Embry's brakes.

Well, look, find her anyway.

You earned her trust once. Yes, maybe you can do it again.

Take one last deep breath. Shut up!

Can I cancel my contract on this baby thing now?

When's she going to have him?

We have a problem here.

At least one of those babies is breached. I need a real OBGYN.

No, no, no more people. No, I already got you the one EMT. Not that he's doing

anything. I'm not asking you to let anyone else in.

I need Dr. Sloan on the speakerphone. I'm sure he can talk us through this.

Well?

too. Can I go home now?

You're doing really good, Colleen. We just got one more to go.

You sure that cop's not going to try to arrest me? I think he's a little busy

right now.

And hey, if you didn't trust me, then how come you decided to come back up

Morbid curiosity.

Okay, uh, Mark, this third baby is definitely breech.

All right, you can try and turn the baby around, or you can deliver it this way.

Well, no, if I do that, then I risk getting the umbilical cord caught around

neck. That could happen in either case.

Well, then I'll leave well enough alone.

Do I push?

Do I push?

No, no. Just let it happen naturally.

Oh, it's easy for you to see.

Breathe through it. Just breathe through it. You've done it twice.

Okay.

Okay, the buttocks are free.

All right, now rotate the baby 180 degrees.

The first arm is to deliver.

It's done.

All right, now rotate the other way.

He's trying to breathe.

Amanda, reach in and cover the baby's nostrils with your fingers.

Now, gently pull them out.

They all look like me.

It's not over yet.

These babies are alive.

Yes, they are alive.

But it's not enough to just deliver them and put them in that incubator.

They're small and their lungs are fragile and may need to be in a neonatal

They're not going anywhere. Nobody's going anywhere with my babies.

Just shut up and get back to work, would you? You've got another woman in labor,

remember? Why don't you shut up and take a look at this baby here?

Look at all of these babies.

You could be the father.

How dare you jeopardize this baby's life?

All of these babies' lives.

This isn't about you anymore, Mr. Bear, or getting your answers, or Adam Embry.

It's about giving these children a chance to live.

Embry's. Ember's really dead?

Yes.

Nothing ever works out the way you plan it, does it?

Just give me a second to turn the phone.

Sloan here, it's over.

Send in the EMTs.

Right away.

DeBeer. Yeah, something's wrong.

I can't quite turn this thing off.

And the bomb squad.

I downloaded the plans off the Internet.

I mean, they seemed all right to me.

You can't trust the Internet, can you, Tristan? Right. I'll be outside.

Good luck.

Fortunately, the bomb squad downloaded the same plans you did. You know how to

disarm the bomb?

Uh, yeah.

Well, you're as good a bomb expert as you are an EMT.

You know, I thought the plan... You thought wrong.

Oh, my goodness, that's over. Sit down.

What a day.

Jesse said babies and moms are doing fine. He's got two more in labor. You

terrific. Well, you both were.

You idiot.

I wasn't wrong.

No, you weren't wrong about Dr. Embry. But none of those women were carrying

your baby.

I told you.

But what about all that sperm that I was giving?

Infertile. Dr. Embry kept you donating so he could keep building your insurance

company. Once the money ran out, he was planning to use his own sperm to

fertilize Lorraine's eggs, which, incidentally, are fine.

Fine?

They put me through all that and I'm fine?

What, you mean to say that none of these babies could possibly belong to me?

As a matter of fact, some of them were probably Dr.

Embry's. The records show that he had done that.

But none of the babies were yours.

I'm ready to reconsider adoption.

Let's go.

Oh,

Mr.

Cowdery.

I want to thank you for your help yesterday. We would never have figured

what Emory was up to if you hadn't decoded those files.

Too bad you weren't around eight months ago when I took it to the board.

Well, it will be this time.

They're reopening the investigation.

However, you'll have to give up the bunny suit.

No, I knew if I got involved with this again... The commission is willing to

restore your nursing license if Jesse and I testify on your behalf. Only if

want us to, though.

The next time Amanda needs help with pregnant women, you are definitely

the one to go.

A little cranky, were they? I try homicidal. You only have a couple of

bones in that hand.

Hey, guys.

I've got Adam Embry's autopsy report.

And they found him. He yelled late last night while you were delivering babies.

He definitely drowned.

Salt water in his lungs, contusions from being banged around after the airbag

deflated. Now, that's consistent with the car crash I heard.

No signs of drugs or alcohol in his system, unless you consider carob, wheat

germ, and apricots deadly.

But I can't figure out what time he died.

See, the water in the bay is too cold to give me anything more than a 12 -hour

window. Just swimming in that bay can be lethal. Imagine drowning in it.

Ah, that bay is getting cleaner all the time. I mean, I wouldn't eat the fish

out of it, but it... Wait a minute.

Something's wrong here.

Adam Embry didn't die in that car crash.

That's Adam, all right.

I'm sorry to ask you to identify him formally. We just had to have it for the

records. I understand.

I just can't believe somebody killed him.

Do you know who yet?

Well, it's not easy.

You heard a lot of people, like Lorraine Bear.

You think she did it?

Possible. We know she was in the hospital before Emory left.

Then I saw her in the lobby later that night.

Of course, you couldn't have known that. You were being held hostage at the

time.

Right. Then, of course, there's Patricia Callender.

I know I'd want him dead if I had to walk around on a furry bunny thing.

Then there's you.

Me?

You really believed in what he was doing, didn't you? Must have been a

shock when you found out the truth.

But then you couldn't have done it. You were being held hostage when he was

killed.

True.

Um, I really need to get back to the clinic. I've got another class.

Now,

just one thing.

He was killed later.

I'm confused.

If someone cut Emory's brake line, why would they drag his body out of the car?

drown him in a bathtub, and then throw his body back in the bay hours later.

Why do you think Adam was drowned in a bathtub?

Because if he drowned in a bay, the water in his lungs would have been full

pollutants. And they weren't. Oh.

Embry staged that accident to make it look as if Patricia Callender had cut

brake line.

Well, then who did kill him?

The woman who he was having an affair with.

Nurse Perky. You.

He needed a place to hide until he got out of the country. You were the only

he trusted. And he couldn't get to you until the hostage situation was over.

Hey, I was his lover. So what?

That doesn't mean I killed him.

Well, a couple of other things showed up in the autopsy report.

We examined his stomach contents.

Wheat germ, carob, and dried apricot.

So he liked a healthy breakfast?

The same ingredients we found in the cookies you made and took to the

clinic.

He was waiting for you in your apartment, wasn't he?

He was going to offer to take you out of the country with him.

I believed in him.

You know?

The work he was doing.

It was all a big lie.

He hurt so many people.

Including me.

He was going to leave you there with the others to die.

He was so afraid of telling the truth, he nearly got me and all those babies

killed. And when I confronted him, all he could do was tell me that my cookies

tasted like tree bark.

And since he was already dead, what's the difference in killing him again?

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

did you hear?

Colleen Atkins named her triplets after you, me, and Amanda.

Kind of a thank you for our help. Guess what, guys?

Juliet named her daughter Amanda. Isn't that sweet?

Just two Amandas in one day. Colleen Atkinson named her Steve, Mark, and

No kidding.

Hey, guys, are you ready? The other women from the hostage thing gave birth

night. A set of twins and another set of triplets. I'm glad I wasn't there. And

forget this, out of the five kids, there are two Amandas and two Marks. I've got

more than you do. What?

If Juliet had had twins, we'd be even.

One's better than none, I guess.

I'm a little lost here.

Considering you were such a big help, you're lucky you have any at all.

Hey, uh, guy?

I helped. I coached. I did the breathing.