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Tell you, nobody makes a strawberry
shake like Louise.

True. Hey, I heard a rumor about you.

Yeah, what's that?

I heard that the city was going to close
Louise down, and you put a call in to

the health inspector to keep them open.

That's the least I could do for a fellow
officer.

Your concern was only for me.

Of course.

How would you survive without your
weekly strawberry shake fix?

Well, you know, I have been known to mix
a few things together in the privacy of

my own kitchen.

Are you telling me you're going to start
making your own?

You're welcome to come by for a taste
test.

Anytime.

Would you hold this for a minute?

I cannot believe all the interest there
is in this case.

Well, you know, a man who's been
impersonating a surgeon for years kills

only person that can blow the whistle on
him. His kid does that.

Throw in a private investigator, sexy,
working both sides of the street.

You're a tabloid founder.

Tom, I still can't believe that you made
a deal with Lou Tyler.

You know, she was Frederick's partner.

She tried to leave the country with him.
I know, I know.

I don't like to make deals with killers
either.

But without her testimony, I don't think
I can convict them.

She gets life, Mark.

We're not going easy.

I'm kind of surprised Steve isn't here.

Well, he said he'd be here when they
were supposed to testify, but he didn't

want to be here for the rest of it. Must
be hard on him.

Dating Lily, seeing her killed right in
front of him.

There's the defendant.

I heard

he was a pretty good doctor, even though
he was unschooled and unliked. That was

the problem.

His mind was so fast that he could get
all the medical stuff without no formal

training at all. Lots of intellect, no
more.

Oh, a dangerous man. I'll be happy to
see him behind bars.

Oh, here comes Luke.

Oh, there's Luke. My prime witness has
arrived.

Oh, my God.

I love eyewitnesses. A lot of
conflicting descriptions.

The shooter was 5 '11". The shooter was
extremely short.

The shooter was obese.

The shooter was frail and sickly
looking.

Do they agree on anything?

Yeah. She was a she. She was in a
wheelchair, and she stood up and ran

scene. She had on very bright clothes
and had very red hair. That scratch the

hair. She's wearing a wig.

Well, take her down to the lab and get
it tested. Maybe we'll get lucky and

there'll be some skin and hair fragments
in it.

I'm afraid I was just like everybody
else. All I noticed was the hair and the

clothes and the wheelchair.

Excuse me.

Steve?

Okay, that's twice in one day. Steve's
disappeared on me.

Jesse, you're a healthy, young,
professional man in his prime.

Now's the time you should be thinking
life insurance.

But, Dave, I don't have a wife. I don't
have kids. I don't even have a cat. So

why should I be concerned? What happens
when you do have that lovely wife, that

charming kids, that house in Beverly
Hills? I'll worry about it then. It may

too late by then. Right now, you are
part of the preferred risk pool. I don't

want to be a part of any risk pool. Let
me tell you a cautionary tale.

Let me tell you about a...

Prominent young attorney named Timothy
Pinter.

He was in precisely the situation that
you are right now. Happy, healthy, white

kids.

Steve?

You here?

Oh, hey.

You're home early.

So are you.

I called the precinct to see if you
wanted to grab a bite to eat.

Is that you and Lily?

Yeah, our first date.

Can you imagine what it's like trying to
get to know a girl with a camera crew

following you around?

Filming every second of your time
together?

If that's what I get for agreeing to
appear in a TV dating game show.

This trial that's coming up is bringing
back a lot of memories, isn't it?

I don't have a lot of memories, Dad. We
only went out twice.

Well, still, she died in your arms. It's
got to have an effect on you.

Cheryl was saying you haven't been
yourself today.

I saw somebody today.

Someone who looked just like Lily, only
with darker hair.

What courthouse?

At the courthouse and earlier on the
street.

Did you talk to her? Tried to.

Both times I ran after her and both
times she disappeared.

You know, after your mother died, I saw
her everywhere I went.

You never told me that before.

You're not supposed to have seen the
evening news yet, are you?

I can't believe the judge declared a
mistrial.

Steve, the key witness was killed before
she had a chance to testify. The judge

had no choice. So the prosecution starts
all over again.

The jury was impaneled. It's over.

Frederick's behind this. We've got to
find the shooter to prove it. So what

you got?

Forensics found some of the killer's
hair inside of the wig, so when we get

ID, we can make a DNA match.

What about the news crews? They must
have caught something. I've already

subpoenaed those tapes. Of course, all
of the cameras were fixed on Lou, not

shooter. Tell them I want raw footage. I
don't want any surprises showing up in

the nightly news for ratings.

Okay, they're cooperating.

What about the surveillance cameras in
the courthouse? We're going over those

tapes, too. So far, no luck seeing the
shooter's face.

He's not getting away with this.

What's going on with you?

What do you mean?

You don't seem like yourself.

Why, because I don't like the idea of a
man getting away with murder?

No, but we've been in this situation
before, and I've never seen you so... I

don't know.

Does this have anything to do with your
relationship with Lily Wilson?

I didn't have a relationship with her,
Cheryl. I had two dates.

All right, look, maybe I've been a
little intense the past few days.

Maybe Wilson's trials stir up things in
the back of my mind.

Well, now, that's completely
understandable.

So everybody keeps telling me.

But I'm all right, Cheryl.

I'm honest.

Okay.

Good.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

The wheelchair has been traced by its
serial number.

You're not going to like this.

The wheelchair was taken from Community
General? Mm -hmm. Where'd they kept?

Well, it was like a supermarket all over
the place.

You don't have to sign them out?

No, the idea is to have access to them
at any time.

Actually, anybody who works here could
have taken it. That narrows it down to,

what, about a thousand people? Or more
if you think a visitor took it.

There. You see her?

No. Who? What?

Dr. Sloan.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

Frederick, I have nothing to say to you.
Oh, they dropped the murder charges.

I'm a free man.

I'm sure that won't be for long. Now,
please leave my office.

I don't anticipate any other new
charges. Not in the near future.

You've heard of that old legal chestnut.

Double jeopardy.

There was a second murder. Frederick the
murderer. The one person who could have

put you away for life.

Oh, yes.

Lou Tyler.

Bad luck.

You know, the wheelchair used by your
assassin was from this hospital.

Of course you knew that, didn't you?

I had no idea.

How careless of Community General.

How careless of you to allow such a
connection between you and your

Interesting theory, but not one you can
prove, is it, Dr. Sloan?

Pardon me.

Isn't that Fredericks Olsen?

Yeah. What was he doing here?

Rubbing my face in the mist trial.

Thinks he's gonna go spot free.

Well, isn't it a felony to impersonate a
doctor? Aren't they going to try him

for that?

Oh, he'll probably get a conviction, but
then it isn't murder, is it?

When I was seven years old, I stole a
whole box of those snowball cupcakes.

The big ones?

I love those.

I'd like to take you to dinner tonight.

That's okay. I understand.

No, I don't think you do.

Louie.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I thought you were somebody
else.

Sorry.

Are you all right?

Well, I'm sorry for staring. It's just
you look exactly like someone I knew

once. People tell me that all the time.
I must have a universal face or

something. Not at all.

I'm always the fitting image of their
cousin or their old girlfriend.

Never Gwyneth Paltrow or Jennifer Lopez.

So who did I remind you of?

Tell the truth.

Cousin, right?

No.

Okay. Old girlfriend.

Her name is Lily Wilson.

No relation?

No.

You never heard of her?

Like I said, universal faith.

Well, I... I'm sorry.

Listen, um...

Would you like to have lunch?

Excuse me?

Well, they got a great little tea house,
so I just thought, uh,

if you hadn't eaten.

I don't know you.

Steve Sloan.

Abby Chadway. Nice to meet you.

Could I, uh, buy you lunch?

Dr. Sloan?

Hi, Joe.

What are you doing here?

Well, one of the news stations sent over
some footage from the shooting at the

courthouse, and I know Steve was anxious
to see it. I was hoping I'd catch him

here with you.

Oh, no. Gosh, he was here. He just left.

Anything interesting on the table?

I haven't had a chance to look at it
myself.

Well, if it just so happens, we have a
VCR right here in the lounge.

Want a half sandwich?

No, thank you.

Now, the guy said his camera was knocked
on the ground, so I'm hoping it caught

something. Yeah, maybe it had.

Wait a second.

There's a slow -motion button on here.
Something out there.

What's that?

Well, we already know where that came
from.

Well, that's unusual.

An ankle bracelet?

It might be useful if it belonged to the
killer.

Hmm.

Now, that woman's standing against the
wall.

The killer ran as soon as she started
firing shots.

What are you thinking?

I was just trying to remember if any of
the witnesses were wearing an ankle

bracelet. You'd think I would have
noticed something like that.

Yeah.

Have you eaten here before?

I just moved here last weekend.

No kidding.

What made you decide to do that?

One Boston winter too many.

I was shoveling off the stoop when I
decided, why curse the snow when you can

move to California?

Just like that?

Got out before the Red Sox could break
my heart again.

I had some money saved up and no
boyfriend, no family.

So what brought you to Community General
Hospital?

I saw you there.

Wow, really?

That's bizarre.

I was looking for a job.

I have a lot of experience in the filing
clerk slash typist arena.

Civil service.

So that's why you were at the courthouse
the other day.

All right, wait a minute.

Are you following me?

You're not some kind of stalker or
something, are you? I'm beginning to

little weird about this. No, really, I
promise. It was just a...

Weird coincidence. I just kept seeing
you.

I don't know about that.

No, really. I promise.

It's all right.

Look, why don't we just change the
subject?

How do you like the city so far?

I like it.

I've been to the Hollywood sign, Rodeo
Drive, Santa Monica Pier, and now the

Japanese Gardens.

Not exactly one of our top ten hot
spots.

I know. I was flipping through the
guidebook, and there it was, and I...

You're gonna think I'm a kook.

No, not at all.

I was just drawn to this place like I
had to come here somehow.

I don't know. Maybe I knew a handsome
man would be waiting for me.

I knew I was gonna sound like a nut. Not
to me.

I sound like a stalker, remember?

You're staring again.

I'm sorry. It's just the way you laugh,
the way you talk with your hands, the

way you hold your head. Just like
Jennifer Lopez.

Lily Wilson.

You sure you haven't got a long -lost
cousin out there somewhere?

All right, the truth?

Please.

I don't know.

I was adopted at birth and raised as an
only child. I've always wondered who my

birth parents were, but the adoption
agency said the records were sealed.

You know, there are ways sometimes to
get... even if the records are sealed.

What do you mean?

Well, if you really wanted to know, I'd
have to know the name of the agency.

You're not just looking for an excuse
for a second date, are you? Yes.

Partly.

Well, you don't need one.

All you need is my phone number.

I wouldn't mind having someone show me
around the city a little bit.

I wouldn't mind that either.

Back Bay Placement. Excuse me?

The adoption agency. It's called Back
Bay Placement.

It's headquartered in Boston.

Her adoptive name is Abby. What her
birth name was is one of the things I'd

to find out.

What are you doing here so early?

Okay, yeah, I appreciate it. Thanks.

What's that about?

Uh, Abby, the girl I told you about that
looks like Lily?

I think there's a possibility she could
be your sister.

There you are.

I'm cold.

Cold. Well, this should warm you up.

Favorite brand.

Swift Rush Soft Landing.

You know how grateful I am for your
cooperation.

Great job at the courthouse.

Nice clean shot.

Jesse. Hey.

Check it out.

I got it on sale.

Oh, sweet.

It's not for you. It's for Abby. It's
gonna look great on her, huh? Abby?

Yeah, you know the girl I told you
about?

The girl you just met?

Yeah.

Why are you buying expensive leather
jackets for a girl you just met?

I can afford it. I'm sure you can.

But why?

Why? Because it's pretty and it'll look
nice on her. That's why.

Steve, are you sure you're not confusing
her with somebody else?

Look, Jess, forget I showed it to you,
all right? I saw a jacket. I decided to

buy it. It's no big deal.

What are you doing?

Got a dinner date.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You're on the register. It's on the
schedule.

Oh, no, Jess, I can't. I got a date. I
have evening rounds.

Well, can't you cancel them?

I'm sorry. I know that's ridiculous.

Go. I'll handle it.

Yeah, hi, Abby. Steve.

There's been a little change in dinner
plans tonight.

Hope you like ribs.

No, no, no. Man, wait a second. All I'm
saying is that Steve is not acting like

himself. He went out and bought this
girl a beautiful leather jacket.

I know that women like it when you buy
them beautiful things. I'm not a

rube.

I'm going to let that one slide because
it's Steve we're talking about here, not

me, okay?

My concern is that he's falling in love
with someone because she reminds him of

somebody else.

What do you mean what's wrong with
everything is wrong with that?

Yeah, I don't even know why I talk to
you about things like this.

Oh, God, I got to go. No, I got to go.
Bye.

Oh, Jesse.

Jesse.

Stay. Jesse.

It's just a.

I used to think the best ribs in the
world were in Porter Square.

But after these, nothing compares.

My own recipe.

You are amazing.

You buy me lunch, fix me dinner, and you
give me this leather jacket?

Softest thing I've ever had next to my
skin.

You know, people told me that California
men were different, but I had no idea

what they meant.

Thank you. Come again?

Okay. I have to ask this.

When you and your partner are
interrogating a skell in the box, are

cop or the bad cop?

A skell in the box?

You've been watching way too much TV.

So what do you got planned for tomorrow?

Um, I thought I'd go out to the beach
and watch the waves come into the shore

from the other direction.

Why don't you stop by the beach house?

I'll introduce you to my dad and get you
some more ribs.

I'd love to.

Oh, Jess.

Steve. Jessie Travis.

Abby Chadway.

Jesse's my partner in the restaurant. I
have to talk to you.

It's about the case you're working on.

That's right. I didn't talk in front of
Abby.

One of the security guards at the
hospital was found dead in the supply

Murdered? A heroin overdose.

What, they got the blood work back
already?

I found the packets. Black Widow.

What's that?

That's a brand name.

Heroin is back, big time. Only people
are snorting it because it's a lot more

potent, so we're seeing a lot more ODs.

Heroin has brand names?

And next we'll be selling ads.

Listen, Cheryl is at the hospital. She's
been trying to page you. She says this

had something to do with the courthouse
murder.

Yeah, I turned off myself.

And your pager. And my pager, Jess. I'm
on my own time.

Okay, well, Alex is on his way over
here. He's going to watch the register.

I'll stay.

This is the address to the beach house.

I'll see you there tomorrow then.

Thanks. What do we got?

Hair.

That woman's hair is the same color as
the hair I found inside the wig at the

courthouse.

And since the wheelchair came from
Community General... Well, I sent some

strands up to the lab for a priority DNA
check. Just a hunch.

When do we get them back?

Report just came in. That woman was
Lou's killer.

Now. Why would a security guard
assassinate the key witness in a murder

She worked at this hospital.

Frederick worked at this hospital.

We can find a link connecting the two of
them.

We just might have to arrest him again.

Good work.

Really, good work.

Thanks.

I'm looking for Black Widow.

What can I do for you, Officer Sloan?
Lieutenant Sloan, get your hands on the

car. No, I'm done suing.

Given your personal involvement, you'll
be lucky if they call you patrolman. You

make a better pretend doctor than you do
a pretend lawyer.

We're acting on an anonymous phone tip.
That's a probable cause.

More than probable.

Oh, it's not mine.

That's the least you worries right now.

We're going to book you on a possession
charge, but don't be surprised if it's

upgraded to murder.

Sloan here.

You sure about that?

All right, thanks.

You okay?

Can you do something about that music?

I've called the man a half a dozen
times.

What were you saying?

Oh, that guy Dave.

The insurance guy is relentless.

He's trying to tell me something I don't
want.

A man's a salesman.

Hey, but how many times does a guy have
to say no?

Apparently a lot.

Huh? I'm going to call him.

11 .30 last night. It was still going. I
called him. He didn't... Hello?

Mr. Laird?

It's your neighbor.

Your neighbor.

Would you mind turning the music down a
little?

Down. Turn the music... Hello?

Yeah. Music stopped.

Hello?

We're out here.

Dr. Sloan?

Well, hi. You must be Abby. I rang the
doorbell, but no one answered.

Oh, we had a music problem, but it
settled.

She was right.

What? Oh, I look just like that other
girl he dated, Lily.

No, I mean you're very pretty.

Oh, thank you.

It's a jacket. It wouldn't look right in
this jacket.

Say that again.

Steve called. He's on the way.

Have some iced tea.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah. So, I understand you're from
Boston.

Yeah, that's right.

I guess our climate here is a little
different than what you're used to.

Yeah. If this is February, give me more.

Hey, guys.

Hi. I'm Henry. Hi.

Can I talk to you for a minute? Sure.

Hey, Steve.

I'll be back.

Uh, Dr. Sloan? Yes.

Oh, Geraldine, isn't it? Yes.

Uh, my boyfriend doesn't know that I'm
here.

Mr. Laird.

Calvin. Look, I'm sorry to call about
the noise. Oh, no, I know, I know.

he got really, really mad.

Please don't call him anymore, Dr.
Sloan. Please, he takes it out on me.

Oh, well, I'll try, but you know, when
that music gets so loud... Thanks.

I'd better go before he figures out
where I went.

I conferred for the adoption agency.

Brace yourself.

How bad can it be?

My birth mother unmarried, my father
unknown. I figured that out a long time

ago. Actually, that's not the way it was
at all.

There's a reason I mistook you for Lily
Wilson.

She was your twin sister.

But how? I mean, I thought... Your
mother died giving birth to the two of

Her father was already deceased.

And the grandmother who was taking care
of Frederick couldn't handle three

children. So she kept Lily and put you
up for adoption.

You all right?

Not exactly the family I was expecting.

There's more.

They just arrested Frederick for
conspiracy to kill Lou Tyler.

Who? The woman who was going to testify
against him in his trial.

I don't know what to say.

What am I supposed to do now?

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

He's my brother, but he killed my
sister. What am I supposed to do with

Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

I want to see him.

You sure?

I want to see him face to face.

He's my brother.

I'll set it up.

Do you mind if I don't stay for dinner?
I think I need to be alone and sort some

things out.

I'll pick you up.

Jesse Lee? Yeah.

Steve, I need to talk to you.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, it's about Abby.

I want to show you something.

There it is.

There. That ankle bracelet she was
wearing when she was here today?

It's a piece of jewelry, Dad. There must
be thousands just like it. A young

woman suddenly materializes in your life
who looks just like Lily, but she

claims she had no idea she was related
to Lily, but she was at the courthouse

when Lutina was shot.

She said she was looking for work.

Don't you find that just a little bit
coincidental?

I think you better make absolutely sure
who she is.

She wants to see Frederick tomorrow.

Oh, I'd like to be there for that.

If you're expecting a sudden familial
embrace, I'm afraid I can't apply it.

I don't know what I was expecting.

Insurance, perhaps.

A share of Lily's estate.

You think this is about money? What is
it about? I want to know where I came

from.

The womb of a disinterested mother.

Did you know she'd given me up to our
grandmother before you were born?

What was she like?

Our grandmother.

She hated men and children.

She's interrogating him.

Is that why you killed her, sister?

It's as if you're trying to goad him
into a confession.

I checked all the officer's notes.

No one interviewed anyone by the name of
Abby Chadway.

Of course, she could have used a phony
name.

Also, the lab results came back.

The heroin in Frederick's car isn't a
chemical match for the stuff that killed

Joe. You mean we can't do any better
than possessions?

Oh, Rick, it's worse than that. The
judge is questioning the search.

Unless we come up with some other
evidence, Frederick's likely to be

the morning.

Jesse, you know that insurance agent
who's been dogging you?

Dr. Sloan?

Dave Smith. Jesse Travis said that you
wanted to meet with me.

You were expecting me to be a younger
man.

I won't be to run the bush, doctor.

Ensuring a man of your age is an
extremely expensive proposition.

Oh.

So? In all honesty, you'd be better off
putting your money in the bank.

Never try to sell anyone something they
don't need.

Well, I appreciate that.

Listen, as long as you're here, can I
ask you a question? Oh, sure.

I have a patient who died recently, and
unfortunately, both the beneficiary and

the standby beneficiary pre -deceased
him.

Now, what happens to the benefits? Does
that go back to the company? Oh, no, not

at all.

Cases like this aren't as rare as you
might imagine.

In fact, you might want to tell your
friend, Dr. Travis, about this. He has

living relatives, doesn't he? Yes, he
does.

Yeah. Well... Here's the thing.

The benefits are collected by the state
in which the policy was issued.

So any heir can present a legitimate
claim to the courts in that state.

So without a will or any living
children, a brother or sister could make

claim? Absolutely.

Well, wouldn't that open up a case for
fraud, like somebody coming in saying

they were an heir and they weren't?

Tell you what, the insurance industry
operates a national website that

all kinds of fraud issues.

Wait a second.

Yeah. If you've got a piece of paper,
I'll write down the URL for you. Yeah.

Yeah,

here we are.

If you've got any younger relatives...
Thank you.

Keep that in mind.

So I went to the website, and there was
a troubling case on there.

It happened in Boston a few years ago. A
lot of people live in Boston, Dad.

Well, this was a woman who claimed to be
the lost sister of an accident victim.

Came out of nowhere.

Nobody ever heard of her. But she had
all the documentation to prove she was a

legitimate heir. Well, if she was an
heir, what's the problem?

Well, the insurance company was
convinced it was fraudulent.

But in the end, they had to pay her. So
an insurance company didn't want to pay

the money they owed. What else is new?
Well, nothing new about insurance fraud.

But in this case, it was a big, big
estate. And this gal really... cleaned

You're forgetting something, Dad. Abby
didn't know Lily was a sister until I

started investigating.

And who put that idea in your head?

What about Frederick?

Doesn't he have a claim to any estate?

Well, none of you were convicted of
murdering Lily.

And if you were executed, then not only
would there be Lily's insurance, but his

estate, which was large. Frederick may
have been a phony doctor, but he was a

very good investor.

I suppose it's possible, but that's all
it is.

It's just a crazy theory.

Well, I'm afraid not.

There were some photos on the website of
jewelry involved in that estate.

Wait

a minute.

I never said she was my sister. You said
that. Exactly what I told my father.

Then why are you accusing me?

The ankle bracelet.

I got it at a flea market.

In Boston?

It's where I lived.

You know, you have some nerve. You turn
my whole world upside down, and then you

accuse me of lying to you.

I knew she was lying, and there wasn't a
thing I could do about it.

How about some good news?

I've been going through the phone
numbers stored in Joan's cell phone, and

came up with a dealer.

Yeah, so she was an addict.

Well, this particular dealer happened to
have been in the same prison at the

same time as Frederick Wilson.

In fact, they shared a cell block.

Oh, I'd like to talk to this guy.

I figured you would. His street name is
Tick Tock. What's his real name?

Abendigo Rice.

My mother named me Abendigo. I call
myself Tick Tock, too.

Do you have any idea where we can find
this guy? I know the general

neighborhood.

Tick -tock, I presume?

What have we here?

Can a guy make an honest living? Oh,
that ain't honest.

You ain't Vice.

No.

Oh, my goodness gracious.

It's time to make a deal.

Tell me about Frederick Wilson.

Freddy Freddy?

I couldn't stand the guy.

You lent him your cell phone.

How I did, that was a rental.

What put you in that prison in the first
place?

That is not what this is about.

This is about Lou Tyler's murder.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I
didn't exactly over here ready for

Eddie to take out a contract.

Not that anybody would believe you if
you said you did.

I never lie.

It's bad for business.

And we would never ask you to lie.

Good. You know, right now, you don't
have a deal.

How about this?

How about I tell you who it was Ready
Freddy was calling?

That might help.

Uh, security guard.

What's her name?

It was Joan on the phone.

I got better, but it's gonna cost you a
walk.

We get a conviction, I'll suggest it to
the DA.

How about this?

How about I never met Joan until Freddy
introduced us?

How about you never paid for a
rendezvous?

How about Frederick Wilson having to buy
her at his very own expense?

That sounds like a deal to me.

Sloan here.

All right, thanks.

Frederick was just released.

Great, now what?

The last time he tried to flee the
country.

No reason he won't try it again.

Would you leave a message for Detective
Steve Sloan?

Tell him it's Abby Chadway and I'm
following Frederick Wilson.

I think he's headed towards the Van Nuys
Airport.

Tell Steve to get there as fast as he
can.

Take me with you.

Why would I possibly wish to do that?

We can both turn over. Let me see. You
with my money, me with a parasite.

I could help you. I don't think so.

You're all I've got.

More pity you.

I'm sorry, sir. We're not there to take
off.

Yeah, you tried that last time. Let's
go. I have to await instructions.

I'll give you instructions.

Fly the plane.

Frederick Welton, you're under arrest.

Conspiracy to murder Lou Tyler.

Not to mention attempted skyjacking.

He set me up.

Why?

I saw the TV show.

I read about the case.

I realized how much I look like her.

And you figured if you got a cop to
vouch for your Lily's sister, you'd be

free.

I planted the records in the adoption
agency files.

It was a perfect plan.

There was just this one little flaw.

What was that?

I fell in love.

I didn't count on that.

That's why I tried to stall Frederick at
the airport. I wanted to show you that

I had changed.

That you can trust me.

I know you love me.

I guess I'll have to get over that.

Steve, I didn't do anything illegal. The
plan didn't work.

The one in Boston did.

They'll never prove it, Steve. But Abby,
it won't work.

I'm still a cop.

You committed a crime.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Help me.

Thanks.

The door. Leave me alone.

You know he goes to work at 8 o 'clock.

Dr. Sloan, don't touch me. Shut up.

If you ever try this again, you're not
going to need a doctor. You're going to

need an undertaker.

Honey. Hi, Dr. Sloan.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry. I was thinking about
something else.

That thing is a menace. Are you kidding?
That's safer than walking. It's safer

than walking around here.

Jesse, would you have a word with this
man who refuses to give up his dangerous

toy? A man's got to have fun. That's
exactly right.

Besides, it's the same as a car. It's no
more nor less dangerous than the person

behind the wheel. Uh -huh. I have to go
on my rounds.

Children.

You're all just very tall children.

Well, maybe not all of you.

Oh!

Mark, don't worry.

I'm not the sort of person that's going
to say, I called you so. You don't know

how much I appreciate that. It's
probably just his brain. No, I think

broken. Let's get him to radiology.

Let's go get some x -rays.

Like I said, it all depends on who's at
the wheel. Yeah, yeah.

How you feeling?

Rotten. Well, a broken leg's a broken
leg.

Oh, well, you're just a fount of wisdom
this morning.

I was trying to cheer you up.

You know the things you don't realize
until you become a patient?

These mattresses are like cement slabs.
And these pillows, it's like they're

full of gravel or something.

How is the leg itself feeling?

Broken.

Good morning.

Time we tied on the old feed bag.

Hope your tummy's hungry today.

And doesn't that look simply fantastic?
Grouchy.

Oh, perhaps it would if I spent the last
ten years in Devil's Island.

Oh, we're a little grumpy, aren't we?

We? Unless you have a broken leg,
there's no we in here.

Oh.

Doctors are all alike.

You know, there's another cliche that we
ought to bury.

They say that doctors are bad patients.
I'm a very good patient. It doesn't mean

that I'm going to close my eyes to the
shortcomings around this hospital.

What do you have to be, Houdini, to hope
one of these things?

Me, me, me, me, me.

Get your rest.

I'll do that.

It's ridiculous the way they feel these
things.

As if they're supposed to stand up to a
nuclear blast.

Well, I guess the good news is, short of
a nuclear blast, they can't get any

worse. Oh, before I forget, Dr. Benjamin
said it's time to schedule your annual

colonoscopy.

What are you doing?

If you're not allowed inpatient records,
shut down the computer.

I'd

like

to check my father out.

Name? Mark Sloan.

I'm sorry, there's no Mark Sloan here.

What Dr.

Mark Sloan?

There's no Dr. Mark Sloan either.

How can that be? He works here.

Not according to our computer.

Oh, that's funny. I have an office on
the second floor, southwest corner. You

can go look.

That's simply not possible.

Well, maybe your computer's having a
kind of a senior moment.

Oh, I'm sorry, Dr.

Sloan. I thought you looked familiar,
but...

McClarden? Believe me, Dr. Sloan, when I
find out who is responsible for this,

and I will, heads will roll.

Oh, thanks.

Boy, isn't it a beautiful day?

Yeah.

Careful you don't get a rep as a dirty
old man.

It just so happens I am shooting a scene
of the entire passing panorama.

Panorama like that, you could sell
tickets.

Listen, Dad, there's something I need to
talk to you about. Yeah?

What, are you expecting somebody?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to
you about. I, uh...

That'd be a good idea if you had some
home care assistance.

Oh, you're baloney. I'll be fine.

Especially with the long hours I've been
working.

Look, I am so happy to get out of that
hospital and away from Nurse Sooty

I'll be just fine.

So I went to the agency and I
interviewed some people.

We could just send them right back where
they came from, because I don't need

anybody.

Dad? Yeah?

Nurse Sooty.

Oh, isn't this my lucky day?

My mother always said, every dark cloud
has a silver lining.

What are you doing here? What happened
to your job at the community general? I

was terminated. You were fired.

She's the one that lost you in the
computer system?

It was an honest mistake, really. I was
going through your records.

Well, I like to know everything I can
about my patients.

As they're checking out?

Oh, well, you kept me so busy.

I hadn't had a chance any sooner in that
awful Mrs. Trubnick.

Oh, she's got me all rattled. I
accidentally pushed the delete button.

When were you going through my records?
What on earth did you want to find?

Well, for instance, did you have someone
at home, a wife, say, to look out for

you? Otherwise, I was going to suggest
you consider hiring a home care

professional. And here she is.

Yes! Isn't it extraordinary how these
things work out?

Oh, I'm that awful, Mrs. Trubnick.

Tried to convince me you wanted me
fired, but I knew that couldn't possibly

true. You're too much of a gentleman.
Oh, that coffee's the worst thing for

Let me make you a nice cup of tea.

All right.

Here we go.

Get her out of here.

I can't. If you don't, I will. I don't
think you want to. Why not? She was

threatening to sue Community General for
wrongful termination.

Ageism.

Ageism? Her incompetence hasn't had
anything to do with her age. She

I hired her, she'd drop the suit.

Water's on.

Oh, I must say, Dr. Stone, you have a
very nice home.

Thank you. Yes.

Isn't it amazing how much more they pay
you doctors than they pay us nurses?

Well... Not that I object. No, when you
realize how often doctors marry their

nurses, well, I figure it all bounces
out in the end, right?

Absolutely. This affinity of doctors for
their nurses.

I mean, who?

Who could have more in common? Who could
better understand the stress with which

each must constantly cope?

Call me a goony bird, but somehow I'm
getting a very strong feeling of

kismet.

Well, I can see I'm leaving her in good
hands.

We'll talk later.

Harriet, come on in. Brought you some
chicken soup.

Oh, you shouldn't have, but I love that
chicken soup.

Oh, Harriet,

this is Sudie, my nurse.

Sudie, this is Harriet Flemlin, my
neighbor.

Mrs. Flemlin? Mrs.

Flemlin, Carl Flemlin's wife.

Sit down, Harriet.

How's the leg?

Oh, it's okay.

And the nurse?

So how's the rehearsal coming for the
Malibu musical?

Great. Just great.

Hard work?

A little bit.

Want to sing one?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Okay, how about... You are my sunshine,
my only

sunshine. You make me happy when skies
are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love
you.

Please don't take...

Sorry. Thanks for the soup, Harriet.

What is that awful racket?

That is my new neighbor.

Have you tried calling him to complain?

I've called a few times to see what good
it's done.

Have you tried calling the police?

Well, I don't want to call the police. I
like to get along with my neighbors.

Back home, we have a name for people
like you.

Good neighbor?

What then?

I say we throw a rock through their
window. That'll get their attention.

We don't throw rocks in Malibu. Too many
glass houses.

Be careful.

Here, let me help you.

I can either be careful or let you help
me, Siri.

Hey, what's it going to keep you away?
Barbed wire?

It's about your music.

What, not loud enough?

As a matter of fact, it's so loud I'm
afraid it's going to break my

And I'm worried about the crystal
sailfish at the top of the stairs of the

cabinet, not to mention the buffalo and
the master bath.

Hey, I'm counting to ten and you better
be off my property or I'm calling my

lawyers.

Well, look, normally I wouldn't even be
home this time, but maybe you'd see I

broke my leg. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Maybe we can turn the stereo down. Hey,

hey, hey, hey. Look, no busybody's going
to tell me how loud I can play my music

in my own house.

Why do you have to be so rude to people?

Are you taking his side now?

What, do you got a thing for old guys?

Calvin, why do you have to treat people
like that?

What does it get you? It gets me my own
way.

And so long as I pay the bills around
here, what I say goes.

You use money like it's a weapon. Why
else have it? It's the ultimate weapon.

You can beat people to death with it.
And not only doesn't it leave any marks,

but no one ever presses charges.

It's all about control for you, isn't
it?

You're sick.

I'm leaving you. What?

You heard me.

Okay? I've had enough of this nightmare.

You're not going anywhere unless I say
so.

A woman like that just makes me want to
puke.

Why? She didn't do anything. She was
trying to be friendly.

If a woman like that didn't take up with
a man like that, a man like that would

shape up in a hurry.

I've always said that machismo in
English just means showing off for the

Yeah, maybe you're right.

No maybe about it.

Never seen the attraction myself.

I go for the quiet, sensitive sort.

A man like you, Dr. Sloan. Yeah.

The kind that doesn't need muscle.

Huge shoulders and big hairy chest.
That's more my cup of tea.

Thank you, Judy, I think.

Smile of an angel.

The eyes of a devil.

I bet you've got a wide swath with the
ladies.

No, not so wide, Sue. Not very much of a
swath at all, really.

A man who kisses and doesn't tell.

Well, you're a rare find.

Mark?

You know, I wish I knew what to do about
that Mr. Laird over there.

I think I've seen that smarmy face
somewhere.

Well, you probably have if you watch any
late -night television. It's hard to

miss all those infamers. Calvin Laird.

He... the one with those stupid exercise
videos. That man has done more to ruin

TV than laugh tracks and full house
reruns put together.

That's the one.

Calvin sized your way into a brand new
body in three short months and doubled

your money back.

Can you picture that jerk giving back a
plugged nickel?

Bet if you read the small print you'll
discover you have to wait until February

30th for those checks to go out.

Chief, come here.

What's the matter? Look.

What?

Out there.

What am I looking at?

That guy Laird. Came out with a dump of
bag in that boat of his.

You sure it was Laird?

Well, 99 % sure.

And what, you're convinced there was a
body in the bag? 99 % convinced.

So, there's a guy, maybe our noisy
neighbor, going out to sea with a bag

might contain a body. I'm almost
positive I saw a foot sticking out of

Let me know if you see any sea serpents.

He's back.

Looks like he was just fishing.

Using a duffel bag for bait.

Hey, the picture, did you get them
developed?

No, I'm heading over to the one -hour
photo right now. You'll see.

There's the fisherman.

The old lady.

Matty, gentlemen.

Matty.

And there's the starlet.

No general name.

This is not predicted.

You sure you're not just overreacting to
this guy being a rotten neighbor?

Jesse, I know the difference between a
pest and a murderer.

How can you be so sure, Mark, you didn't
actually see a body?

I have seen enough body bags in my time
to know when I see one. What's more, I

know who the victim is.

That nice Miss Baxter?

Yes. Who?

Laird's girlfriend.

I've been looking for her. She has not
been jogging this morning.

And I know why.

Maybe she thought through her luck.

No, not a chance. No, these people are
like clockwork, my regulars. Your

regulars? Yeah, there's the older lady
out there and the fancy -dressed

gentleman who would like to meet him is
too shy to speak.

the fisherman who does away with two six
-packs before 10 a .m., and the bikini

girl and Geraldine Baxter. I'm late,
Geraldine Baxter.

Hey. Hey.

There you go. Oh, good. Now you're going
to see what I'm talking about.

The mist was too bad. You can barely
make out the man, let alone the bag.

Well, I know what I saw.

Between the lack of sleep and the pain
pills, you can't be too certain of

anything. He's right. These photos are
useless.

I wouldn't say that.

Some of these are very good. They're
very artistic.

Reminiscent of the French impression.

Yeah, I feel like fog.

All right.

Just what Geraldine had jogged by and
proved me wrong.

Dad?

What are you doing out here?

Listen.

What? No music.

Dad. And he's pulled his curtains?

Well, maybe he doesn't want to see you.

You don't think it's a coincidence that
Mr. Laird dumps a duffel bag in the

ocean and his live -in girlfriend has
disappeared?

You're not going to give me a moment's
peace, are you? Well, we're the only

who know about this. If we don't take an
interest, who's going to?

I don't know anything.

Well, you're a police detective, aren't
you? Why, go find out.

Can't let this stuff dry up.

Would you say you were again?

Steve Sloan.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan. I live next
door.

Oh, you're the annoying guy, son?

I've been called worse.

You're a cop.

I'm with the LAPD.

Well, let's see.

Uh, not the music.

It's not on.

What's your father's complaint this
time?

You, uh, painting the place?

That's his complaint?

Does Geraldine Baxter live here?

Yes. May I speak with her?

She's not here.

She said she went to the Getty Museum.

When do you expect her?

I don't know. When she gets back, she
gets back.

So you don't expect her?

I expect her. I'm just not holding
dinner.

Should I tell her you called?

Please do.

By the way, you didn't happen to toss
anything in the ocean this morning, did

you? Who are you, Columbo?

Are you going to get me for littering?

No, Lieutenant, I did not throw
something in the ocean this morning or

morning. When you go back and you report
to your old man, you tell him he better

keep his nose out of my business, or
else.

Or else?

You care to be a little more specific,
Mr. Laird?

Oh, I leave the details to my lawyers.

That figures.

Laird doesn't strike me as a...

Handy man type.

He was the kind of guy that would hire
somebody to do stuff for him and then

yell at him for not doing it perfectly.

Well, he's no Ozzie Nelson, but for all
the tough talk, I'm not sure I buy him

as a cold -blooded killer.

Dr. Sloan, I hate to disagree with you,
but I think it's much more likely that

the young woman simply came to her
senses and took off.

Well, then what about the house
painting?

What about it?

Well, it's a dollar to do unless the man
never picked up a paintbrush till

today.

Since when is painting a crime?

Have they gone and made wallpapering a
felony?

Is laying linoleum now a capital
offense?

Well, just don't go cook dinner unless
cooking is now illegal.

Steve, if it takes 50 years, you're
going to pay for inviting that woman

this house. I assume eating is still
allowed.

Have you heard about the search warrant?
It's not going to happen.

Even an old drunk like Judge Harry
Cooperman isn't going to grant a search

warrant on such flimsy evidence.

It's not even evidence, really. It's
more like a hunch.

Father's hunches aren't like regular
hunches. It's more like he knows

He just hasn't gotten around to proving
it yet. Yeah, he's got the instincts of

a street cop.

And a first -rate diagnostician.

What do you think? You think that
exercise meister really killed his

Maybe I'm prejudiced.

He's the kind of guy, other guys loathe
at first sight.

I mean, is that good looking?

Not good looking.

Arrogant. Uh -huh.

Good potato salad. You couldn't have
made that.

Uh -huh.

Mark, it's coming along fine.

Before long, we'll be able to go out
dancing together.

Well, so much for the good news.

The bad news is that Steve can't get a
warrant to search Laird's house.

Well, I'm not surprised, Mark. You know.

Well, I know. It's just my word.

Fortunately, I have an alternate plan.

So, how did Architectural Monthly hear
about my place?

We're photographing all of the houses on
the beach. It's part of our Homes by

the Shore issue.

You've worked there how long? Five
years, but I've only been editor for

Jesse here, our photographer, has been
with us since last June.

I'm the one who convinced them to go to
videotape. See, we go around, we tape

the entire house for the editorial
board, then they decide which room

going to use for the layout.

Oh, yeah?

I know a little something about video
myself.

So we've heard.

We figured anybody who surrounds himself
with such beautiful women must live in

a beautiful house.

Personally, if I lived here, I probably
would never want to leave.

Well, that could be a rain.

Fresh paint?

Yeah. You're painting the house?

Well, just this room. See, it gets the
most sun and the walls were really

You do very good work.

So I've been told.

Speaking of which, you want to check out
the bedroom?

Hey.

Steve come here!

to buy one right next door to the salon.

Even if we weren't neighbors, I'm afraid
you'd have to explain this.

Santa Claus got mugged?

It was filled with Geraldine Baxter's
belongings. I want an explanation.

Do you have one?

Sure. I lied. I did litter. I threw
Geraldine's stuff in the ocean, so sue

You're going to have to do better than
that.

Where is Miss Baxter?

Your guess is as good as mine.

How do you explain throwing away her
belongings?

She left, so I tossed her stuff out.

You never did anything like that?

Why'd you and Miss Baxter break up?

It was a lot of different stuff.

But the final straw, she told me, was
how I treated your father.

She said I was rude and patronizing.

You love that?

He comes over and bugs me.

The next thing you know, she tells me
I'm being rude.

So I said something back. Then she said
something. Then I said something. Next

thing you know, she's walking out the
front door.

Without her things.

She said I should pack up her stuff and
leave it outside.

Come to think of it, that's exactly what
I did.

Why'd you deny throwing the bag in the
ocean?

Why'd you tell me she went to the Getty?

Why would I want to talk about it if I
didn't have to?

Where do you think she is?

Wherever the fishing's good.

I'm sure Jerry's got her lines out right
now, trolling for sugar daddies.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

For now.

Now, if Larry catches us here, he's
going to recognize us.

Well, they say he hardly ever comes by
anymore, and even if he does speak to

you, we're not breaking the law.

I still think we should have worn
disguises. Like what?

Excuse me.

The agency sent you over?

Yes. Finally, some fresh blood.

Very pretty, cute body.

She'll do.

Oh, my God, Yvonne.

He's perfect.

The body's good.

Well, I do try to keep myself in shape.
But there's something amiss here.

Maybe it's the hair.

Something wrong with my hair? No, it's
not the hair.

Oh, see?

The face.

Face? Yeah, it's too cute.

Too cute? Yeah, we're looking for a
sloopy kind of guy. Comic relief?

Then you're much too cute to be that.

Sorry.

Thank you, guys.

One, two, make the turn.

Feel the burn.

Three, four, let it drain.

Feel the pain. One, two.

Say what you will about the man. He's
done lovely things with his art deco

lighting.

That version rocked.

Oh, it wouldn't surprise me one little
bit if it cost him $30 ,000.

I just love that candlestick on the
mantle.

Oh.

That's it.

That is it.

That's what's been bothering me.

You don't like it? I think it's lovely.

It's just lovely, but can you explain to
me how Laird dropped that in the ocean

two days ago and it appears back on his
mantle yesterday?

You're right.

It was in the duffel bag.

So what kind of a guy is he?

What can I say?

He's your typical male, only a little
more so.

And what does that mean?

You know, he takes advantage of who he
is to hit on the models and dancers.

When men like that get into a business
like this, I always think the money's

secondary.

Is that how we met Geraldine?

You know Jerry?

Only slightly, but enough to wonder why
she'd move in with a man like Leonard.

I know what you mean.

She's a real softie.

I tried to warn her that with Calvin, he
plays strictly by his rules, but he

don't play at all.

Jerry plays for keeps.

He plays for trophies.

I take it you didn't play with him.

Frankly, I thought about it, but I don't
want to get into anything I can't get

out of.

From what I hear, Calvin figures only he
gets to decide when it's over.

What is she doing here? Mr. Laird.

What's wrong?

The agency center.

No, no, no. The hell they did.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

What were you doing snooping around my
house?

I better be going. No, you're not going
anywhere. I'll take you there. Come back

here. Get back. Let me go. Let me go.

You idiot.

What?

You're both fired.

The man was a complete control freak. I
thought he was going to kill me. He

barely knows you. Imagine how he reacted
when Geraldine Baxter told him she'd

had enough of him.

My dad found something on your video.

At the same time I was in a duffel bag,
a certain brass candlestick was sitting

on Mr. Laird's mantle.

A game of clue. He killed her in the
study with a candlestick.

Obviously, Mr. Laird put the second
duffel bag in the water once he

my dad had seen him dispose of the first
one. All I had to do was make sure the

second duffel bag would wash up on the
beach where it could be found.

Can't wait to see that snake explain how
a candlestick can be in two places at

the same time. You and me both.

I phoned him, but he wasn't home.

Where do you think you're going?

I'm going to pay a call on my neighbor.
He's not home.

I know that.

Out of my way? Why is it so important
you go there? You're supposed to be

convalescing, not tramping all over the
neighborhood.

Laird painted a room to hide a murder. I
don't care how careful he was. He left

a clue somewhere. What kind of clue?

Well, Wooden would assume that some
blood was spilled. And knowing that

forensics can come up with almost
anything these days, he figured that

water didn't get it clean enough. Fine.

Just wait and report all this to your
son.

Well, would you please step aside?

If you insist on risking life and limb,
then...

As your health care professional, I
insist on coming along.

Thus dooming this endeavor to certain
disaster.

I repeat, as your health care
professional... All right, then. Have it

You're fired.

Okay? Now you're not my health care
professional anymore, are you?

Mr. Laird, Mr. Laird. Oh, I have a very
large bone to pick with you. What do you

want? I wish to lodge a complaint.

Mr. Laird, as a longtime viewer of your
commercials, I can't help noticing that

you employ only the young and the
gorgeous.

Good name for a soap opera. Well, I can
assure you, Mr. Laird, that you may find

this a laughing matter, but I doubt if
the FCC will. I'm selling exercise

for crying out loud.

Who do you think I should hire? A bunch
of lardos? I think you should look to

your competition.

That nice boy, Richard Simmons, has all
kinds of different people on his videos.

Some young, some old, some fat, some not
so fat. Let's just say we're going

after different markets. Obviously.

He's going after people who wish to
improve their health, while you simply

pander to voyeur.

Voyeur?

As a healthcare professional, Mr. Laird,
I think I know the difference between

exercise videos and pornography.

Look, lady, just leave me alone, will
you? I think you should call your tapes

sexercise videos, and I think you should
be ashamed of yourself.

Fine. Call the FCC.

However, don't blame me if they come
after you with butterfly nets.

Better butterfly nets than handcuffs.

You forgot about the candlestick, didn't
you?

What candlestick?

Oh, the magical one that manages to be
in two places at one time.

No matter how clever you murderers think
you are, you inevitably slip up.

What are you talking about?

I suppose that's for Dr. Sloan and the
police to know and you to find out. And

by that time...

It won't matter how many duffel bags you
pull out of your hat.

How many times people have contemplated
killing you just to shut you up? Oh, oh,

oh, oh, Mr. Laird.

Thank you, Sudie.

It was a close one.

Yes, I'd say it was.

It's funny.

How men always seem to think that they
can do everything better on their own.

That's not so.

Oh, it's not just you, Dr. Sona. It's
the entire male species.

I just don't want to put you in any
danger.

No, that's what you say. But the fact
is, men think women are generally

superfluous. I myself blame the Bible.

What's the Bible got to do with it?

You may have noticed that while God went
to the bother of creating Adam, Eve

knew it was no more than an
afterthought, a P .S., as it were, a

if you will.

Well, Sudie, on behalf of God and the
entire male gender, may I offer you my

apologies? You may.

But what about my job?

Apparently it slipped your mind, but you
fired me. Okay, it goes without saying.

I want you to stay.

Thank you.

But tell me something, Dr. Sloan. What?

How is it that so often it's the good
things, the kind things, that

have to go without saying?

Oh, of course, dark supper.

Care to explain how this could have been
on your mantle at the same time it was

floating around in the Pacific?

Surely you've heard of matching
candlesticks, Lieutenant.

We bought these for each other on our
one -month anniversary.

I'm afraid that was Geraldine's you
found in the duffel bag.

I don't believe you.

That's your prerogative.

Hell, I still don't believe George W.
carried Florida, but I learned to live

with it. You went out and bought a
duplicate.

Gee, you know, if I were half as clever
as you think I am, wouldn't I be rich?

Wait a second.

I am.

That must be my driver.

You taking a trip?

Gee, you don't miss a thing, do you?

Where are you going?

With your amazing gift for crime
fiction, Lieutenant, why don't you tell

Where would the murder suspect go if you
were writing the story?

Paris? London?

Mars?

Lock up, won't you?

So he's flown the coop.

And there's nothing I can do about it.
Forensics didn't find anything

incriminating on the paint roller. We
even struck out with a candlestick.

Well, that's baloney. People just don't
break up matching candlesticks. Isn't

that right?

Oh, right.

Then tell me where it came from.

I mean, Laird's no mind reader.

There's no way he could know what we
found on Jesse's video.

Well, there is one way.

And it wasn't exactly just work. No.

I was frantic.

He was going to find you in his house. I
had to come up with something fast. I

opened my mouth and it was the first
thing that came out.

And now, he's gotten away.

All because of me.

Oh, no, it's all right, Sudie.

I know you don't understand.

He won't.

Gee, I never thought you'd come back
after what happened last time.

Even after you left, Larry just kept
ranting.

Lucky for you, he's not around today.

What did you do to him? It's a long
story, but I knew he was going out of

Do you happen to know where?

Rio. As in Rio de Janeiro?

Yeah. He said he heard about this hot
new exercise gimmick down there called

zombicizing. You don't just sweat it
off. You shake it off.

Cool, huh?

Very cool.

You do know what Brazil's famous for,
don't you?

Coffee.

No extradition treaty with the United
States.

Oh.

Coffee was a very good answer.

Very good. Thank you.

That's a good answer.

Coffee.

Call 911.

Sudie, you stay here.

Not on your life. My father was a
fireman.

Let's go.

Yes,

I'd like to report a fire at 12487
Pacific Ridge Drive.

That's right. Thank you.

I'm sorry, he's not in right now, if you
care to leave a message.

You thought of that fire?

Now you see the trouble you put me
through?

You know, it's hard to believe that
someone like you could ruin everything

someone like me.

If only you could have broken your neck
instead of your leg.

Ah, well.

Better late than never.

Good work, folks, but we'll take it from
here.

Thank you. Is there anybody inside?

No, the owner's away.

Go ahead and just answer the line.

All right.

Oh,

now I know why my dad enjoyed his work
so much.

Oh, I must look a sight.

Oh. Judy, you look fine.

Oh.

Looks like somebody's been a busy boy.

Looks like they're coming along,
rebuilding the Laird house.

Did you imagine he started that fire
just as a distraction so it could kill

Maniac could have burned down all of
Malibu.

On the other hand, if he hadn't been
more concerned in getting you than was

saving himself, we might never have
caught him, Darryl. That's true. He

have been synthesizing and revealed by
now.

Well... At least now he's going to pay
for killing Geraldine Baxter.

Mark?

Sudie! I thought you were back working
at Community General. It was sweet of

to go to bat for me.

But working here with you, I found that
I actually preferred home care.

Oh, really?

Yes, and so...

When I found out that your neighbor, Mr.
Flemming, had broken his hip.

Oh, you're working the next door, huh?

Isn't that wonderful?

So for the foreseeable future, I will be
just 20 yards away.

But don't you be a stranger.

Steve,

could I have a word with you, please?

Stay tuned for scenes from our next
episode.

Next on Diagnosis Murder. The legend of
Blair Lawson. I've heard all the ghost

stories. I thought they were finished
with those silly interviews.

They've been filming in the basement
some sort of ghost documentary.

There's really nothing to see down
there, is there?

I hope not. There's something here.

Whoever he went, he left in a hurry.
Call security, get him to the basement.

Right!

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And the husband stands accused.

Monday, the battle for the grandchild.

Mary Beth wanted us to have her. Reveals
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Now, CBS presents the twisted true story
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Oh! Like mother, like son.

Pray for me. Pray for your mama.

See you, son.