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Can I have your name, please?

Belinda Gilroy. Why?

Bandit!

Hey!

Oh, can I get your name, son?

Jerry Royce. Bandit!

Hello?

And another.

Excuse me. Could I get your name?

Why do you need to know?

Please.

Leonard Drexel.

Dr. Philip Zachary.

Dr. Amanda Bentley. And what is this all
about?

Hold your damn horses.

Right now, I'm the one who's dying here.

Did you get all their names? Yes, Mr.
Hemmings. We now have five on the list.

We'll take it from here. They got Boy
Scouts performing surgery these days?

What's your name?

Jesse Travis. Dr. Jesse Travis.

I'm making an even half dozen.

My money's on this little baby face.

Who'd ever suspect him of being a cold
-hearted killer?

I'll see you after the surgery, sir.

Do the paddle.

Clear.

Charge 300.

Charge 300.

Clear.

Called it.

10 -37.

I'm terribly sorry. We did everything we
could, but I'm afraid we lost your

friend.

Congratulations, Doctor... Oh, um,
Travis.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of
myself here. I just... I said that, um,

friend died.

Oh, Mr. Hemmings was not my friend.

He was my client.

Mr. Hemmings had no friends.

It's not my intention to speak ill of
the dead. I'm merely well -stating a

That's why he chose to leave his fortune
to strangers, one of whom is you.

I'm in his will?

Oh, indeed you are, yes.

Along with Jerry Royce, Linda Gilroy,
Dr. Philip Zachary, Leonard Drexel, and

Amanda Bentley.

Amanda's in it, too?

I don't know how much it comes to, but I
can only assume it's a sizable sum.

Mr. Hemmings always lived extremely
well.

That's weird.

A guy leaves all his money to six
strangers?

Yes, well, that's the sticking point,
isn't it? You see, under the terms of

Hemmings' will...

Only one of six will inherit.

And the rest of us?

You'll be dead.

I am so sick of interviewing for a
secretary.

I don't think you have enough room in
this rat's nest for a secretary. Rat's

nest? This place is a museum. This is
living history in here. I could sell

tickets. This place is booby -trapped.
You should sell insurance.

What numbskull had the idea of me
getting a secretary anyway?

Oh, yeah, it was me, but I've learned my
lesson this time. I've got three more

interviews, and that is it.

I gotta go. I gotta see a lawyer about a
will.

Mr. Oscar Hemmings, your benefactor.

Oh, odd calling him that.

If ever there was a less beneficent man
than the late Mr. Hemmings, I've

certainly... How much?

How much did he leave us?

I have a class to get to.

Unless now I'm so rich, I don't have to
worry about such things.

The more important question at this
point is not how much he left you.

But in what form?

What does that mean?

Sorry.

Mr. Hemmings was a misanthrope.

A cynic.

A man who'd soured on the human race
long before some of you were born.

When the time came to draw up his will,
knowing that Mr. Hemmings had never

married, I suggested that he leave his
fortune to charity. But I should have

guessed, you know, he despised
charities.

Didn't he have any relatives?

Well, he thought he might have a distant
cousin or two, but...

He held relatives in even greater
disdain than he did charities.

Why did he leave it to us?

Well, actually, he didn't.

He left it to only one of you.

The survivor.

In short, he left his entire estate in
the form of a tantine. A what?

A tantine is a form of legacy devised by
an Italian banker by the name of

Lorenzo Tanti, whereby only the
participant, who is the final survivor,

inherits anything.

How did Mr. Hemmings gain his wealth in
the first place?

Animal traps.

Makes sense.

Why would he do something like this?

Well, feeling as he did about the human
race, Mr. Hemmings was certain that as

soon as a group of people realized only
one of them would be getting their hands

on his money, well, that they would
start killing each other off.

That's stupid. Obviously, the last man
left standing is the killer.

I'm sorry I never got to know the old
guy. I think we might have gotten along.

I thought all wills began being a sound
mind.

I think it's what the rich call being
eccentric.

I don't care what they call it. Please
take my name off the tontine at once.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible, Dr.
Bentley.

I have no authority to alter the terms
of the tontine.

But of course, if you should inherit,
there are no restrictions on how the

is to be spent.

You're perfectly free to give it all to
charity.

That is, if you can sidestep the
electric chair.

I say, let the games begin.

According to this resume, you don't seem
to have any secretarial skills, Mr.

Hobson. Such as?

Typing, shorthand, filing.

I can make coffee.

Plus, the important thing is I'll work
cheap.

Well, I'm afraid that isn't the question
here.

You see, Doc, I got connections at all
the tabloids. What I really need here is

a base of operations.

I beg your pardon?

Working at Community General, I'll be in
the know every time a celebrity comes

in for a nose job, a tummy tuck, or
suffering from a drug overdose.

Get out. You got the wrong idea.

No one ever accused Dwayne Hobson of
being greedy.

I'm talking 50 -50, and I'm talking some
serious money.

Best of all, it all goes unreported, so
the IRS... Out.

When you say out, do you mean out, or is
that a negotiating ploy?

And the next one was even worse.

I'm starting to believe. A picture of a
female Don Knotts.

Her name was Mrs. Krause.

And she started out by informing me she
doesn't work nights or weekends.

And I said, that'll be fine. Then she
went on to say that she didn't work on

day that started with a T.

Tuesdays and Thursdays. Yes. And when I
asked her why, she said she was not at

liberty to tell me.

And when I said why, she zipped her
lips.

Do you know if this job with Dr. Sloan
is still open? Yes, I think he's still

holding interviews.

Thank you. Good luck.

Don't hurt me! You are so demented.

How is it that a man who's devoted his
entire life to saving lives turns around

and sanctions this taunting business?

It's sick.

Saving lives is what I'm good at. God
knows it pays well. That doesn't make me

Mother Teresa.

First you're born, then you die.

See, you better get your laughs where
you can.

I, for one, find this whole tontine
business amusing as hell.

You're just as bad as Hemings. Hey,
listen, I don't know what you're griping

about. I've handicapped this little
contest of ours. What?

Based on age, weight, gender, and
homicidal tendencies, and I'd say you

far better chance than I do of
collecting the loot. I don't believe

there are variables that I don't know,
but based strictly on age, I'd say the

kid's the odds -on favorite, followed by
the nurse.

Then when we get to you and Travis, I
don't know, you get the little...

but I'm going to give you the edge
because one, women live longer, and two,

Travis drives a rocket ship that goes
from zero to 60 in about three seconds.

As for me and Drexel...

Hey,

hey, hey, are you kidding?

Are you a bull?

Well, I might learn. It's a good
exercise.

Yeah, so I've heard.

And I do fly kites.

A little bit of glue.

That's the trouble with the world today.
Something gets a little bit of wear and

tear on it, and it's out.

And I thought we were finally going to
clean this place up.

That's what we're doing.

Surely we can toss that out.

That's Norman.

Yep.

So, uh, how's the hunt for the new
secretary going?

Come in.

Pardon me, are you Dr. Sloan? Yes, come
on in.

Are you still looking for a secretary?

Well, I was.

I'm too late. You've hired someone.

No, he hasn't.

Actually, I had kind of decided maybe I
didn't need a secretary.

Oh. Well, that was only because the
search had become hopeless, right, Dad?

Have you met your agent, my son, Steve?

Ingrid Thurston.

Thanks. I need all the help I can get.

You have a resume, Miss Thurston?

I'm afraid my resume consists of a
degree from Oregon State, having majored

English Lit.

I have very few marketable skills. I can
type fairly well, and I'm sure I could

learn to file.

But when it comes to computers, I'm a
complete dunce.

Well, that's all right. My dad's a whiz.
He can teach you.

He could?

Mm -hmm.

Does that mean I'm hired?

Um,

yes, I guess you are.

Gee, the competition must have been
really awful.

Actually, all you really had to do was
promise not to invade Czechoslovakia.

Is it your neck?

It's country.

What?

You are so tense.

You've got knots the size of golf balls
in there.

You don't have to do that. It really
doesn't fit the job description.

Maybe not, but believe me, I'm better at
this than at shorthand.

Well, I'll leave you two alone to get
better acquainted.

Nice meeting you, Miss Thurston.

Ingrid.

Well, obviously, I'm leaving you in good
hands.

Thanks, Steve.

That's a nice perfume you're wearing.

Emerald Rhapsody.

There's an explosion in the biochem lab.

Well, such a large explosion.

It's amazing only one person died.

You don't think it's strange that that
one person was Jerry Royce?

There is such a thing as bad luck.

His bad luck began when that crackpot
put him in his will.

You think Royce was murdered?

No way.

Hamming's predicted that his heirs would
begin dying under mysterious

circumstances.

Man, if you're trying to scare me, it's
not working.

So you figure it's a coincidence?

I just think that we should wait to see
what the arson investigators say.

We gotta go.

See ya.

Is that possibly the faint aroma of
burnt almond?

Oh, what the heck.

You only live once.

Cheated death again.

You're such an idiot.

Hey, I don't know why you're getting
your pantyhose into a knot.

After all, with young Royce out of the
way, you moved up a rung.

According to my calculations, you're
definitely no worse than third.

Dr. Zachary, do I need to remind you
that a young man, a medical student,

this morning? This is hardly the
occasion for bad jokes and insensitive

wisecracks. Oh, doctor, I love it when
you chastise me.

Dr. Spock, you're just the man I wanted
to see. Mr. Drexel, what can I do for

you? You can tell me the truth.

How long before you kick my wife out of
this hospital?

We have the HMO from hell. Dandy outfit
till you get sick.

No one's getting booted up anywhere.

Your wife's staying right in that room
until she's completely recovered from

pneumonia. You promise?

You've got my word on it.

Well, you added, would you ask the HMO
if they would pay for a corneal

transplant?

Wish I could.

Woman's 54 years old, so naturally the
HMO will cover pregnancy.

But not blindness.

Sorry.

Hi, Jesse.

Hi, Mark.

Steve, you do realize your dad is not
like the other dads.

Hey, more refreshing than a nap.

Hey, hey, hey. Yeah, Norma's getting
awful lonely in there. But a lot of this

stuff is one of a kind, very valuable,
and someday it's going to be yours.

What's the word on the explosion?

According to the preliminary reports, it
was an accident.

Well, proving that tontine isn't all
bad, I've got a date with Belinda.

Belinda? Belinda Gilroy. She's one of
the heirs. She works in the O .R. and I

never noticed her until now. She's
gorgeous.

And just what do two heirs do on a date?

What do you think? We go to Barbecue
Bob's.

It's Monday. We're closed.

Yeah, exactly.

Women go nuts over guys that cook for
them. Am I right about that?

Absolutely.

Don't forget candles.

Candles. That's nice. Good touch.

Oh, Jess, one piece of advice.

Advice? You can give me advice.

When you finish dinner, don't
automatically handle the check.

You're never going to let me live that
down, are you?

Once I took up with Herman and became a
motorcycle mama with the road vipers, my

folks disowned me.

Typical. You were a motorcycle mama?

Just for a few years.

How'd you become a nurse?

Well, I was coming up for sentencing.

And the judge said to me, you know,
cops, they take one look at your tattoos

they think they know a person.

Tattoos. Oh, you want to see them? No.

I mean, you know, yeah. Let me just
clean up. I'm going to clean up.

Are you sure I can't tempt you?

Yeah, I better not. I'm on call.

Who'd have guessed I'd wind up dating
some fancy doctor?

If the road boppers could see me now.

Hurry back, sweetie. I've never done it
in a barbecue joint before.

Yes, I did.

But not in California.

Linda?

Poison, we ate the same thing.

It was the wine.

That's impossible. I bought that wine
yesterday when I bought the candle.

Where did you keep it?

In my locker, locked up. The only time
it wasn't locked is when it was next to

me, in my car, on my way to the
restaurant.

Could there have been something wrong
with the wine itself?

Forensics found a tiny puncture mark in
the foil and the cork. Looks like a

hypodermic was used to introduce the
lethal agent into the bottle.

Lethal agent? Was it poison or wasn't
it? They're still checking on that. So

far, they've only managed to eliminate
the obvious ones.

I'm going to kill him.

Dr. Zachary? Well, I'm going to kill
him. And after I show this to them, not

jury will ever convict me.

All right, look, you've got to calm
down. Calm down? I will calm down after

kill him.

Let's talk to Mark first.

Then I can kill him? It's a plan.

Calling a lawyer. We're getting out of
this.

You have every right to be angry, but
you don't know for sure that Dr. Zachary

put this in your mail slot. A magazine
ad for a cemetery with my name on the

tombstone. Not to mention photographs of
my children's faces pasted on the heads

of the mourners.

It's just terrible.

Yeah. But before you go off half
-cocked, you've got to be sure you know

it. Oh, I am.

Amanda, at this point, you haven't got
enough evidence to know that for sure.

Now calm down.

We'll get to the bottom of this. And
when we do, I know what we'll find.

Jesse. Now that a second heir has died,
do you really think it was a coincidence

that Jerry Royce was the only person who
was killed in that blast?

There's a lawyer for you that can't even
be on time for a meeting in his own

damn office.

Well, Zachary's not here yet either.

Probably out robbing a poor box
somewhere.

Sorry to be tardy, but I have a good
excuse.

Since we're all a little closer to being
rich, I thought I'd bring a little

something to help us celebrate.

Care for a glass, Travis? I believe
you're familiar with the vintage.

I ought to bring you up on charts. I see
that you didn't bring a bottle for

yourself.

I don't drink.

So, why are we here, anyway?

I requested this meeting.

I'm proposing that we divide the estate
into four equal shares.

I agree.

Well, according to Bendix, the terms of
the tontine are inviolate.

The idea of us sharing goes not only
against the letter of Mr. Hemings' will,

but its spirit.

So we'll step aside and let the state
have everything.

Yeah, right.

What's California ever done for me?

I have no intention of signing off. I
haven't had this much fun in years.

On top of which, I'm beginning to like
my odds.

All I need is for two of you to croak,
one to get arrested for murder, and I'm

home free.

You're nuts.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I'll be prepared to step aside and let
the state have everything on one simple

condition. And what's that?

If Mr. Drexel agrees, I'll agree.

Well, Mr. Drexel, how about it?

What do you say?

What's so funny?

You and Travis are such a pair of goody
goodies. You think everybody's like you.

Don't you realize Mr. Drexel has the
best reason of all to kill us and claim

tontine?

His wife needs a corneal transplant if
she's ever going to see again.

You have any idea how much one of those
operations costs?

So how about it, Mr. Drexel?

You want to surrender your claim to the
tontine?

No.

You know, I really had no idea what I
was missing until I got on the Internet.

No matter what subject you're interested
in, you'll find it all in there.

There's a good reason they call it the
information highway.

If it's a highway, I'm roadkill, Dr.
Sloan.

I'll never get the hang of it.

As long as I'm back here, though, I
should make myself useful.

I'm feeling kinked.

Oh, Ingrid, un -kinking me is really
above and beyond your job description.

No, really, I am so relaxed. If I was
any more relaxed, you'd have to...

Take my vital signs.

Let me run you through this once more,
okay?

Now, this is how you search for
information on the Internet.

Hi.

Your father has kinks.

I'd really rather not hear about them.

She means I'm tense.

I knew that. I know you knew that.

Here's something you didn't know.

Forensics ID the mysterious ingredient
in a Bordeaux.

You've heard of Zarkwin? Yeah, it's an
antidepressant.

You were looking for a lethal
concoction, and that's it.

Yes, a massive dose of zircon mixed with
red wine can cause a fatal stroke.

Who'd know that?

Any doctor would know that.

Zachary's a doctor.

How could he have gotten the wine?

I mean, it was either locked up or it
was in my possession from the time I

bought it.

Somebody doctored that bottle of wine.
And I know the doctor.

It's an insensitive pain in the neck,
but frankly, I have a hard time

Dr. Zachary as a cold -blooded killer.

Why, because he's a doctor?

Well, if he was the killer, do you think
he'd be really walking around here

twirling his mustache like a villain
from an old movie?

Okay, so because he's acting like a
killer, we're supposed to believe that

not? I think that's precisely why he's
acting that way.

Whoever put the dark one in the wine,
that was no random act. That person

Belinda dead and me too.

I've got to meet the investigators back
at the biochem lab.

I've got to take another look at that
explosion.

I'm betting that they'll discover that
was no accident.

Are you totally insane?

Lighten up.

I'm bringing you up on charges, Zachary.
I'm going to see to it that you lose

your privileges to practice here at
Community General. You know what your

problem is, Bentley?

No sense of humor.

No sense of humor.

No sense of humor.

You don't have to do that.

You have to keep your strength up.

Besides, when you don't have the world's
greatest secretarial skills, you have

to ground it up the other way to be
useful.

I'm telling you, they could make
buildings out of this stuff.

Booey. Want one?

You have to keep your strength up. I
have to watch my waistline.

I think it's awful about the tontine.

You know about that?

That's all the nurses are talking about.
Somebody, I think Dr.

Zachary, even started a hospital pool.

That's terrible.

Mark, may I have a word with you? Oh,
excuse me.

Oh, uh, Ingrid, could you excuse us a
moment?

I've been doing some research.

You'll never believe what I discovered
about Dr. Zachary.

He's not an earthling.

That's a given.

No, I discovered, thanks to Community
General's computerized personnel files,

that Dr. Zachary is depressive.

He has a prescription for Zarquin?

Bingo. That's why he said he didn't
drink when he brought the Bordeaux to

attorney's office.

He knew all too well what would happen
if he mixed wine with a Zarquin.

I think it's time I had a little talk
with Dr.

Zachary.

Dr.

Blunt?

Dr. Zachary?

First the student, then the nurse, now
the doctor.

Mr. Hemmings must be cackling in his
grave.

What an odd duck.

Imagine leaving all your money to six
strangers.

One stranger.

Three down and three of us left.

Three down, but that's as far as it's
going to go.

From now on, you'll all be under police
protection.

Who do you think you're kidding?

What do you mean?

It doesn't take an Einstein to
understand that I'm your number one

But it's just not true, Mr. Drexel. Of
course it is.

I'm the outsider here, and as Zachary
pointed out, I'm the one whose wife

an expensive operation.

I'm not your killer.

But I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't
admit.

I'd trade your lives for my wife's
eyesight.

I won't be hard to track down, though.

As usual, I'll be at Mary's bedside.

I feel like my life's just been
threatened.

The man loves his wife, but I just can't
see him committing three cold -blooded

murders for her.

You do realize that leaves only me and
Amanda.

Look, I'm not taking anything away from
DeMaggio.

I'm just saying that Ted Williams was a
better hitter. Why don't you want to

agree with me?

How are we feeling tonight, Mrs. Drexel?
I am feeling very much better, Sally

dear. Oh, that's good.

Here's your pills.

And your water.

Thank you.

Easy dreams.

Thank you, Sally.

How are we feeling tonight?

Where did they get off with this wee
business?

Oh, don't be such an old curmudgeon.

Sally's a wonderful girl.

I never get stuck with her.

Pollyanna, like you.

Just lucky, I guess.

I had the nicest dream this afternoon
while I was napping.

Was I in it?

Certainly you were in it. It's been one
of them hot, sexy dreams.

In those dreams, I'm afraid, your part
is played by Robert Mitchum.

One of these days reminded me to tell
you about me and Michelle Pfeiffer.

She is young enough to be your daughter.
Well, look who's talking.

At least mine's still breathing.

Tell me about your dream.

Well, it was you and I in Yosemite Park.

Our honeymoon.

Yes. But in my dream, we weren't young.

We were the same age as we are now.

But we were hiking.

Up to big falls.

And it was as beautiful as ever.

Wasn't that a lovely dream?

You'll see those falls again, Mary.

I promise.

Sweetheart, don't make promises you
can't keep.

It's enough of a blessing that God lets
the blind see in their dreams.

What's the matter?

Mary, what's the matter?

Officer, get a nurse. My wife's having a
seizure. Right.

Mr. Drexel's effects, I came across
something that concerns you.

Seems that he too had a will.

Mr. Drexel, my son discovered two
letters signed and dated by your

husband in the past few days.

In one of them, he instructs that in the
event of his death, the insurance

should be used for your operation and
his corneas be used.

And there's another letter here
addressed to you.

Would you like for me to read it to you?

Yes.

My dearest Mary, for

over 30 years, you've devoted your life
to helping me see the world and its

beauty through your eyes.

Now, God willing, it's my turn to do the
same for you.

Your loving husband, Lyndon.

husband loved you very much.

What are we missing?

That mysterious stranger.

We know the killer's not Amanda or
Jesse, so it has to be somebody else.

But only the six members of the Tontine
stood to gain anything.

Yeah, so it would seem.

And why is this seventh person lurking
around in the shadows like that?

I gotta confess, my money was on Dr.
Zachary.

It was obvious the killer was setting
him... No.

Trying to set up the frame for him, and
then for some reason had a change of

heart. Zachary was tailor -made.

Every time he opened his mouth, he
sounded guilty.

So why did the killer eliminate the
perfect pigeon?

Maybe Zachary found out something that
made him a danger, like who the killer

was. Well, if he knew something, why
didn't he tell somebody?

Oh, maybe trying to collect more
evidence.

Or knowing Zachary, he probably saw
himself as the cat playing with a mouse.

And found out too late it was a 500
-pound mouse.

Not even this?

Oh, sentimental value.

My father's been known to develop strong
emotional ties to Lent.

Steve, legally, what would happen if all
the heirs were out of the way and the

tontine suddenly became invalid?

Well, wouldn't the state of California
get everything?

Just as if Hemings had died intestate?

Yeah, I would think so.

Good question to ask a lawyer.

I'll check back with you on that.

Don't give up hope, Ingrid.

Just think of it as a holy mission.

Doctor, what about this?

Are you crazy?

Hey, you didn't handle that?

No, I didn't handle it.

Talked to Steve. He said you were going
to call Bendix. Oh, yeah, I did.

If all the members of the Tontine are
ineligible to inherit because either

they're dead or they're arrested for
murder...

Then it's up to him to find Heming's
blood relatives.

He has some?

Well, I guess he's not sure.

He remembered that Heming's made some
reference to a second cousin who once

removed or first cousin twice removed
something.

Sort of reference.

Well, he said Heming was off on one of
his harangues about the human race with

special emphasis on greedy relatives.

What a sweetie.

Does Bendix have any way of finding out
who these mysterious relatives are?

Bendix says that in the old days he used
to get a bunch of private eyes and send

them out like bloodhounds. But he said
now they do most of their searching on

the internet.

That's it?

That's what you're getting rid of?

Yeah, you know something, you're right.

What was I thinking?

Looking good, Armin.

Homer and Cassandra Hemmings came to
America in 1879.

And in short order, they begat Sharon
and Jacob.

Sharon did no begatting. But Jacob and
Dora begat Susan and Clayton.

Clayton and Ruth did their begatting
with Oscar. And after little Oscar, they

begat no more.

And then, and Susan, she begat her
daughter Clara. And Clara married Frank,

they begat Priscilla.

Priscilla.

Well, what do you know?

That's interesting.

Ingrid, you know how I've been going on
about the Internet?

Yes. Well, I wasn't exaggerating. Sit
down.

I have discovered that Oscar Hemmings
had one living relative.

His sister had a daughter, and the
daughter had a daughter.

Her name is Priscilla Scumpler, and she
graduated from Oregon State the same

time you did, and I thought you might
know her.

You found me out, Dr. Sloan.

I am Priscilla Scumpler.

Okay, now what?

Handcuffs? The rack?

Why the name change?

Because I didn't want to go through life
being called Priscilla Skumpler.

Do you blame me?

Why did you keep your connection to
Oscar Hemminger a secret?

What connection?

I never met the man in my life.

I only knew too well how he felt about
relatives.

You can't deny that as soon as you found
out I was related to him, you were

suspicious of me.

Alive, he did nothing for me.

And dead, he's ruining my life.

Mark, it's Jesse. He's been in a
terrible car accident.

Can't help wondering.

What?

If the poor little guy remains in a coma
forever, who gets his new stereo?

It's very funny why it's gay. Keep it
up, you won't even get to listen to it.

I don't think this is going to work.
Well, it's not going to work if our coma

victim keeps waking up. You're supposed
to be helpless, Jesse. I agree with

Amanda. Ingrid is never going to fall
for this.

Well, why wouldn't she?

With you lying here perfectly
defenseless, she's going to see it as

opportunity to finish you off and plant
all the evidence on Amanda.

Mark, if she did all that, she'd have to
know the police would be on to her.

A lot of cadets are going to do this if
we can't prove anything.

Up until now, the lady's been calling
all the shots, and so far she hasn't

one false move.

Well, we're going to have to force her
hand some way.

Otherwise, she's going to be up in
Oregon waiting for Mr. Bendix to call

tell her she's an heiress.

Come on, everybody take your places.
Where do you want me?

Any place but the pathology lab, because
she's likely to see that as the best

place to plant the evidence
incriminating you.

Which I'm guessing will be the knife she
used on Mr. Drexel.

In that case, I'll be in medical records
preparing that morbidity review.

Yeah, you guys get to have all the fun.

You're in a coma.

I know.

I'm in a coma.

with my little eye.

Excuse

me.

Are you wearing Emerald Rhapsody?

No.

Have you seen my secretary Ingrid
around?

She's the one that sent me off on a wild
goose chase.

What do you mean?

She told me that Dr.

Stewart needed me up on the fifth floor.
Not only didn't he need me, but he'd

gone home hours ago.

Is your secretary given to playing
practical jokes?

You know, this is unbelievable. I'm a
grown man pretending to be... No, she's

not.

Amanda's in trouble.

Whose fault?

Hemings. He's the one you should blame,
not me. I was entitled to all of it. He

was a lunatic.

He was definitely weird, lady. But he's
not the one that killed four innocent

people. England Thurston, you're under
arrest.

It's Priscilla Skumpler.

Priscilla Skumpler.

You're under arrest for the murder of
Jerry Royce, Belinda Gilroy, Dr. Philip

Zachary, and Leonard Drexel.

The attempted murder of Amanda Bentley.

At least you have to admit, Dr. Sloan, I
give great massages.

I think from now on, I'll settle for a
good shorthand.

Thanks, Captain. No, if that's
necessary.

Get me up straight. That thing here, is
it just me?

Hey!

How can anybody go through $20 million?

Well, I suppose Mr. Hemmings had very
expensive taste.

And a lot of people have expensive
taste. You go out, you buy a nice car,

expensive watch, maybe a new set of golf
clubs. You don't blow $20 million of my

money. And how were you going to spend
your money?

You mean after I endowed a children's
wing to Community General Hospital and

donated millions to cancer research?

Yes, St. Jesse, after all that.

Big house, big yacht, and big women.
Well, don't give up hope, because Mr.

Hemings did not die penniless.

Thanks for reminding me that after
taxes, his estate was worth $78. And 43

cents, which means the Tong King is
still in effect. Yeah, and what do you

suppose it's going to be worth with
compound interest after 50 or 60 years?

can't wait to find out. What do you
mean, you?

Well, it's that time.

It's like being aware at your own birth.

That's very well put.

Oh, wait, please.

Dear Lord, please let me see long enough
to get to Yosemite Park, and I

won't ask for anything more.

Yosemite Park?

It's where Leonard and I spent our
honeymoon.

He promised me that I'd be seeing it
again.

You will?

You have beautiful eyes, Dr. Sloan.

So do you, Mrs. Drexel.

So do you.

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