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Well, welcome back everybody to Make Out With Me! I love

coming to good boys.

Yes, I love me. I'm fabulous. I'm gorgeous.

Lay! Come on out, girl.

I know this is very nerve -wracking right now, but Lily, my darling, what

going to do, we're going to ask our eligible public servants around the

there just a few more questions to see if they're worthy of you. Now, please

remember, you don't have to choose any of them. You can choose a date or a day

of pampering. I'm talking about a fabulous, all -expenses -paid day at the

Manicure, pedicure, jacuzzi, sauna.

Sounds good to me, but of course, the choice is yours. So, off you go, Lily.

Okay, well, um, I'm a veterinarian, so eligible number one, if you

were a dog, what kind of dog would you be?

I would be a St. Bernard.

Because I'm big and strong, and after I rescue you, I'd love to take you out for

a drink.

Okay, how about you, number two?

Uh, I would be a Weimaraner.

Because, you know, they're really, they're great dogs.

And they don't shed.

Okay. I like a man who's neat around the house.

Uh, number three.

Hello.

I pass.

Oh, no.

Eligible number three is being a bad dog.

I'm not a bad dog. I'm not any kind of dog.

I like dogs. It's just a ridiculous question.

Well, you won't get a doggy treat if you don't answer the question.

Black lab.

Thank you.

Why?

Uh, because they're smart and, uh, loyal.

Good answer.

Still a stupid question.

Well, I can't say I disagree with you there, but why did you come on the show

you didn't want to have to answer silly questions?

Yeah, go, Lily.

Girl power. Why?

Actually, I, uh, threw the short straw at the precinct.

Captain thought it would be good PR.

I guess I'm not supposed to say that either.

No, I don't think so.

He's blowing it. Yeah, he's a little nervous.

Well, that's it. We're out of time. So, Lily, my little love goddess diva,

what's it going to be?

Hot love or a hot tub? Remember, is it going to be a date or a day of

Fluffing. Fluffing and love.

Well, I have to admit, the pampering sounds really good.

So good.

But... I'm going to go on a date with eligible number three.

Whoa.

I wasn't surprised.

Well, that means we've got to say thank you and goodbye to our other hunts of

the day. So, Lee, would you please tell our audience and the viewers at home

exactly why you chose eligible number three, the very outspoken police

lieutenant, Steve Sloan? Well, the thing I value most in a person is honesty,

and it sounds to me like he has that.

Yes, to a fault, I may add. Anyway, Dee Sloan. I'm going to be your date.

Can we take that? You might need both hands.

Okay, guys, don't forget to tune in next week after our video crew have actually

followed Steve and Lily on their date.

Video crew. And we're just going to see exactly how Lily fares with the man who

refers to himself as... The unluckiest bachelor in L .A.

On... Media!

The date hasn't even started and I'm bleeding already.

Not a good sign.

You do anything at all about this girl you're going out with?

Of course I do. I know a lot of things.

She's cute, funny, smart.

You know what's tougher to get in a veterinary school than it is to get in a

school?

Well, a dog can be very picky.

You know, you have to wonder, though, why a girl with that much on the ball

would have to go on a television show to get a date. She didn't have to, Dad.

She's new in town, and she's adventurous.

She likes snowboarding, backpacking, and that other thing, what is it?

Spinning. She's great.

Or she's a psycho.

Given my dating history, it could go either way.

Having our very own paparazzi camera makes me feel famous or something.

Don't look.

Act nonchalant.

Let me ask you something.

Someone as bright and attractive as you.

Wait, I'm sorry. I don't think they heard that. Could you speak into the

microphone?

Whatever convinced you to go on, make a date.

My best friend. She dared me.

You see, I haven't been in LA that long, and...

Although it's a little known fact, most men with pets are married.

You're kidding.

That can't be true, can it?

Do you have any pets?

Well, no, but... So what about you?

I mean, you didn't really draw a short straw, did you? That's the lamest story

I've ever heard.

Here's to short straws and... Best friends.

I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it may tend to incriminate me. Oh,

come on.

Your secret is safe with me and our lurking film crew.

What's the worst thing you ever did?

Besides, you know, go on TV to get a date.

Okay, here it is. When I was seven years old, I stole a whole box of those

snowball cupcakes.

The pink ones? I love those.

After I stole them, I didn't know what to do with them, so I ate them all.

Oh, you must have been sick for a week.

Nah.

Only for a minute.

But eating the evidence, that was very smart.

Okay, your turn.

Oh, mine is worse.

Okay, I was six.

My brother had just chopped all the hair off my Barbie, so I just... It was an

accident, really.

I just pushed him down the stairs.

That's not so bad. He fractured his skull.

That's bad.

I feel terrible about it to this day.

You know, technically, that's a felony assault.

Oh, look who's talking, Mr. Grant, that cupcake.

That's right.

He assaulted my Barbie.

The juries tend to be very sympathetic about things like that.

Listen, this is kind of embarrassing, but... Well, I didn't know if we'd get

along or not.

So you made another appointment so you'd have an excuse to bail.

Not exactly. I got to go to work.

Oh, sure.

But I'd love to take you to dinner.

That's okay. I understand.

I don't think you do.

I'll call you tonight.

Get out.

Fire again? Are you all right?

You!

You're, like, shot!

Thanks for clearing that up.

You think you could call 911?

Totally. Not a problem.

Hey, do you mind?

See?

What happened to you? I thought you were out on your big date.

Yeah, I was. I kind of got shot. Whoa, whoa, you've got to sit down. She shot

you? No.

I don't believe this.

First you date that woman who turns out to be a cop killer.

Jesse. And then you started seeing that woman, the FBI agent, who took another

assignment just when things were getting good. Hey, whoa, whoa, you've got to

sit down. Just a scratch.

Then you fell in love with that married woman, Maeve. Remember her? Married?

Yeah, I remember. And now this.

Steve, you are the unluckiest bachelor in L .A.

Jesse, just give me the antibiotics or do whatever it is you're going to do to

me. Until you sit still, mister.

Trauma 3?

Look, it's just a scratch. I don't need an operating room.

His date shot him. I'm going to shoot you in a minute.

Dr.

Wilson, thank you for coming right over.

I'm stacked up on rounds. Is this important?

Yes, I was just finishing up my autopsy report on your patient who died during

surgery. Oh, yes, the gallbladder.

Levine, Arthur, him.

I'm wondering, you went straight for the open procedure.

Yes.

Why not the laparoscopic? I haven't seen this procedure used in years.

No one uses it as a first option. I do.

I learned the old technique.

I've never been comfortable with a new one.

As overweight as Levine was, it was impossible to use the scope. I had to

him up.

I see.

Is there a problem with the family?

No. The hospital?

No. It's someone threatening me with a malpractice suit.

Dr. Wilson, I simply need to account for it in my report.

That's all.

I'm the doctor. I use the procedure I do best.

Anything else?

No.

Thanks for dinner.

That was wonderful.

Oh, sorry. Sorry, I forgot.

It's all right.

You know, for future reference, you don't have to hire someone to shoot me

keep me from going to work. You know, I could always call in with the flu.

I am willing to go to any length to get that second date.

You know, I hope you don't think that you're in danger of getting shot every

time you go out with me.

I'm the adventurous type.

I should go.

Already? Mm -hmm.

It's late, and I have a German shepherd named Bruno that I need to neuter at 7 a

.m.

I think he'd want me well -rested. How about later, after you ruin Bruno's

Ain't no good little place for lunch.

All right.

Call me at the clinic around 1?

Good.

I have to go.

We're stopping you.

Some cop who's out to get me.

You got that right.

This is Lieutenant Steve Sloan.

I've got a hit -and -run victim at the corner of 26th and Woodley. I need an

ambulance. Fast.

Please, hurry.

Please, hurry.

BP 90 over 50.

Irregular pulse.

Respiratory rate 70.

A lot of jugular venous tension.

I'm afraid there's a cardinal tamponade. Let's take an x -ray. No, no, no. You

know what? Let's get her in a trauma tube. We don't have time.

Jeff.

Steve, you are best.

Med's in.

Pressure's coming back up. 100 over 60.

Yeah. Okay, let's set up for a transit stop at GeoEcho. We need another large

for IV.

She's in V -tib.

Paddle. Let's go. Hurry.

Two hundred.

Two hundred. Charge. Clear.

Clear.

Okay, let's go again.

Okay, two sixty.

Clear. Clear.

Try again.

Let's bring it up to three hundred. Okay. Three hundred. Clear.

Clear.

Damn, come on, Lily. Again.

Three hundred.

Clear. Clear.

Again. I said clear.

Steve. They said you were in surgery with a

patient named Lily Wilson.

Yeah.

Can't be her.

She lives in Connecticut.

It's got to be another Lily Wilson.

Frederick, what are you talking about?

My sister's name is Lily.

Dr.

Wilson.

No, sis.

They told me you were in here.

I'm so sorry to hear about your sister.

Look, we're covered here. Why don't you go home?

You've been here all night.

No, I don't want to go home.

At least here I can... I have things to do.

I can feel useful.

He wants to finish out his shift.

Sometimes it's better for people to just keep going.

How is Steve?

He left early this morning. He really hasn't spoken about it.

Did you know Frederick had a sister?

Not until last night.

Mark?

I could be overthinking this, but doesn't it seem a little odd to you?

Frederick Wilson's sister. He's never talked to anybody about her.

She's in Los Angeles, on television, dating Steve.

And he doesn't even know she's here?

Yeah, he mentioned that yesterday.

He said that they had had a falling out, and that she had drug problems, and

that he hadn't heard from her since he moved to Los Angeles.

Hmm.

What are you thinking?

I don't know. Nothing, I guess.

Just seemed like a lot of coincidence to me.

You know, there is something else I wanted to talk to you about. It's a

weird given everything that's happened, but Frederick's been acting strange

lately. For instance, yesterday I asked him to answer some questions regarding

an autopsy I was performing on one of his patients.

And he got really defensive and asked me if I was accusing him of malpractice.

What was the problem?

Well, his patient died during a routine gallbladder surgery. I was just curious

to find out why he used the open procedure versus the scope.

He told me that he had learned the open procedure first and wasn't willing to

change.

Seems kind of odd that he hasn't learned the new procedure, though.

That's what I thought.

Hi,

Steve Sloan?

Yes. I saw you on the TV show.

Oh, yeah, well, I... Hi, I'm Jeannie, Lily's roommate and best friend.

Well, you're the one that dared her to go on the show.

I am guilty.

Please, sit down.

Um, I just wondered if you found anything out about the

person who... No.

They said that the car came straight at her.

Can you think of anyone that might have wanted to scare or hurt Lily?

I mean, Lily was my best friend.

In some ways, I felt like I knew everything that there was to know about

But sometimes I felt like I just didn't know her at all.

I mean, there were things about her past that she just wouldn't talk about.

I found this in her office.

Tyler, private investigations.

Yeah, sounds like one of those Raymond Chandler types, doesn't it? You know,

kind that keeps the fifth of scotch in his desk.

I'm looking for Lou Tyler.

I'm Lieutenant Steve Sloan.

I'm Lou.

That's much for a fifth of scotch in a desk, Barb.

That's exactly why I shorted it from Louise to Lou. Sit, please.

If you were looking for an investigator in the Yellow Pages, who would you

choose? A girl -sounding name like Louise?

or a grizzled Raymond Chandler -sounding name, like Lou Tyler, P .I. I see your

point.

I'm investigating the death of a young woman, Lily Wilson.

Can you tell me why she hired you?

She was looking for her estranged brother, Frederick Wilson.

Another P .I. in Connecticut had tracked him to L .A., and when she got here,

he'd moved.

And after almost a year, you hadn't managed to find him?

She only hired me a week ago.

Why would she wait so long?

Maybe she thought she could find him herself.

She didn't know how hard it can be to track someone and the sound doesn't want

to be found.

Well, I don't think he was hiding from her. He's a doctor at Community General.

Well, if I'd known he was a doctor, I could have found him in 15 minutes.

He was on duty the night they brought her in.

Oh, poor guy.

What a shame.

Picked you some breakfast?

No, I ate all day.

Funeral's at ten. I don't want to get too early.

I told Amanda and Jesse I'd pick them up.

All right. I'll see you there.

All right.

Listen, Dad.

After the funeral, you, uh, think we could talk?

Sure.

Some things here just don't add up.

Mind if I come in?

Oh, sure.

Do you want something?

Like a drink or something? No, no, thanks.

I hope you don't mind my coming by, Frederick. You weren't at the funeral.

got a little worried about you.

I couldn't decide what to wear.

I stood there in front of my closet, looking at my suits, all pressed,

hanging neatly.

And I couldn't go.

I couldn't go.

Now, when we were kids, Lily, our grandmother raised us.

Well, she took us in.

I guess you'd have to say we raised ourselves.

I watched after her like she was my...

I knew your son was going to be on that TV show. Everybody in the hospital knew.

I forgot to watch.

I forgot.

I would have seen her.

I let her down.

How could I go and see her today when I let her down?

How's Steve?

The gunshot wound?

Oh, more of a scratch in the wound, really. Are they any closer to finding

guy who was trying to kill her?

Well, I wanted to talk to you about that, Frederick.

The police have about decided that whoever shot Steve was actually trying

kill Lily.

Drugs.

Damn it.

Amanda said you mentioned something about a problem.

Problem? No, she didn't have a problem. She was just throwing her whole life

into the gutter.

But, hey, no problem.

I wasn't about to stick around and watch.

I told her.

I would do anything for her.

Rehab, therapy, anything. But she was just so completely in denial.

Is that why you came to California?

You think that's harsh?

I wasn't there, Frederick.

So... She comes out here to find me and brings her drug problems along

with her, huh?

Yeah, I suppose that's possible.

Well, listen, call me if you need anything, all right? No, but thank you

stopping by.

Oh, there is one possible piece of good news.

The camera crew said they saw a white convertible pulling away quickly from

Japanese garden.

Did they track it down?

No, couldn't get the license plate number.

Well, how many white convertibles could there be in L .A.? 10 ,000, 15?

Couldn't even guess.

One of which, of course, is mine.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

I don't have an alibi.

Not for the shooting.

Not for the hit and run.

Well, I thought you were probably at the hospital.

There'd be no way to account for every hour.

Yeah, I guess not.

You're a good surgeon, Frederick. You're highly respected in the medical

profession. I mean, that means at least as much as a white convertible.

Well, better go.

Call me if I can do anything.

Oh, Amanda mentioned something about a gallbladder procedure you did.

What?

I was just curious. Why did you decide against the laparoscopy?

If he's lying, he's pretty good.

That was adorable.

Marcus Welby likes you. He really likes you. Shut up.

You know, you might want to consider drinking a little less, Frederick.

Just a thought.

So where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?

I'm sorry if I give you the impression that it was Lily who's been blackmailing

you all these months.

Impression?

You come to the hospital and tell me she's going to the press if I don't give

her more money? That's not an impression, Lily.

You really shouldn't let yourself get all worked up.

I'm not interested in exposing you.

I don't want justice.

I'm only interested in money.

So, do you want to hear my new term?

I asked him why he didn't use the laparoscope. He said that his mentor in

medical school, Dr.

Arneberg, had taught him the open gallbladder, and it was good enough for

Arneberg. He said, it's good enough for me. That makes sense.

Wait a minute, Tom Arneberg?

Yes. I think he published a textbook on general surgery.

Right, which recommended the laparoscope for gallbladder surgery.

So the guy's a little quirky, likes to do things his own way. What does that

do think?

Quirking. The guy lied.

If you didn't see him identify Lily, the guy was devastated.

Okay. Frederick Wilson is devastated by his sister's death.

What does he do in his grief?

He starts spinning a tale of her years of drug abuse.

She doesn't seem like a drug addict to me.

Steve, I'm sorry, but you knew the girl for like a thumb total of two days.

I hate to remind you, but you don't have the best judgment when it comes to

women. Have this salt.

What did the toxicology report say?

Clean, no drugs in her system, and no liver damage.

Well, not every addict has liver damage.

Garlic salt?

Blood pressure.

You know, the problem is, you don't have motive.

They fought.

Big deal. You and I fight.

Doesn't mean that I'm going to kill you.

Can I have that salt again?

You cooked the chicken, right? Uh -huh.

Why didn't you prepare it the way you wanted it to be?

Well, because people shouldn't eat salt. It's bad for you.

You know, I have to admit, I have not a clue as to what the motive could be.

He doesn't have an alibi for the shooting or the hit -and -run.

Oh, well, there you go. No alibi. Hang him.

Jesse, what's the matter with you?

You act like we're trying to string up Albert Schweitzer or something.

Well, you know what? Frederick Wilson may not be Albert Schweitzer, but he is

good doctor.

Look, I just feel personally grateful to the guy, okay?

No, that's not okay.

Look, Jesse, you want to give this guy a pass on murder one, I'd like a little

more than I feel personally grateful.

Okay, look, I was in the ER, and I was pretty green. I was doing a very tricky

procedure, and the patient started to go south.

Well, Frederick comes in and just turned it around.

And it's not because I was doing anything wrong. It's just he was better

was. And he didn't rub my face in it.

He saved that patient's life, and he wasn't arrogant about it. You know, I

respect him for that.

Well, I respect that too, Jesse. But, you know, people can have a lot of

contradictions.

I read an article about a hitman who liked to take in stray cats.

Excuse me.

You don't like my chicken?

Too salty.

Thank you for meeting with me, Dr. Arneberg.

My father sends his best regards.

Tell him I'll expect him to write the foreword to my next book.

Well, he'd like that.

I wanted to ask you about a student you had years ago.

Oh, well, now I think you may have made a...

albeit a picturesque journey for nothing.

I like to forget my students as soon as possible.

His name is Frederick Wilson.

Oh, well, now, you made a liar out of me.

Frederick is one of my favorite students.

I like to think that I was a mentor to him.

That's what he said.

He did?

Frederick's in L .A.? Yes.

Oh, well, I thought he was somewhere back east.

Oh, well, California is blessed for having him on this side of the

You seem to think very highly of him. Oh, indeed I do.

I always knew he'd make a fine surgeon. He was a wonderful student, straight

A's. But more than that, he had the soul of a surgeon.

I'm not sure I know what that is.

Who can define it, really? You see it or you don't.

Well, I just wanted to get a personal reference on him. I appreciate your

Happy to be of help.

You know, when they tried to throw Frederick out, I felt like hell for him,

I'm glad I did.

They tried to throw Wilson out of medical school?

Oh, yes.

Why? He ran out of money.

But Emily, my wonderful secretary, found a scholarship that had gone unawarded,

which was specifically designated for minority students.

Minority? Well, since he's African -American.

So I called the real Dr. Frederick Wilson. He doesn't know anything about

Well, if Frederick's smart enough to impersonate a surgeon, getting fake

and somebody else's license would be no problem at all.

Nancy, have you seen Dr. Wilson?

Trauma one, gunshot wound.

Listen, call security, have them wait outside trauma one now.

Sure, Dr. Sloan. Steve, he's in the middle of a code yellow right now. I

stop him.

Dad, I'll get there as fast as I can. Don't let him get away.

Oh, so what do I owe this honor?

Doctor, I have to ask you to step aside.

Security's waiting out in the hall.

And why is that?

Problem with your medical license.

The other day you said I was a good surgeon, but a piece of paper changes

opinion? How good you are doesn't alter the fact that you can't practice

medicine without a license.

If I walk away before I insert this chest tube, this man will die.

All right.

Finish.

I'll connect it to the borough back.

I'll tell you the truth.

I'm just as glad you found out. I'm sick of having to watch my step.

You know, I'm entirely felt -tough.

I've got a photographic memory.

Listen to the chest. See if his lung is inflated.

I saved exactly 84 people in the time I would have wasted in medical school. I

kept track.

Other doctors could have treated those 84 people.

Odds are those other doctors wouldn't have been as good as I am because most

other doctors aren't.

I can prove that statistically.

I've got a bleeder here. I need another plant.

Wasn't easy convincing the license board to send me another man's license. But

if you're clever enough and persistent enough... And lucky enough. Luck had

nothing to do with it.

Oh, another bleeder.

Get a clamp.

You got it?

Got it.

Good.

Give me some suction and wide -open IV.

I need help here. He's hemorrhaging.

Get in there.

There's a man with a gun.

Where's the perp? Dr. Wilson, get him. Dr. Wilson said there was a guy with a

gun. Dr. Wilson is the perp.

Jeff Sloan here. Put out an APP on Frederick Wilson.

Alert the airports and border patrol.

Right, thanks.

I'm going to go over to his place. You want to come? We just got his patient

stabilized. I have to make sure he's all right. I see him.

Hi. Well, the body was burned beyond recognition.

However, the dental records match perfectly.

Frederick Wilson was definitely in that white Mercedes.

Our Frederick Wilson.

You know, he's the last person on Earth I would figure for a suicide.

We found a trace of Valium in his system. Possibly he was a Valium user,

-prescribed. Hmm.

And he could have been sedated and murdered and pushed over that cliff.

Well, why would someone want to kill him?

Suppose Lily wasn't the one threatening to expose them. Suppose it was somebody

else. Well, but why kill the goose that's laying the golden egg?

No reason.

Unless the goose was about to be cooked and wanted to take you with him.

And how do you prove that?

Um... Double espresso ristretto with a sliver of lemon.

Okay, ristretto. Due. And how about you, sir?

Uh... A cup of coffee.

Sorry?

Coffee and a couple of sugars.

In a cup?

I'll bring it to you. Come on.

I think I hurt his feelings.

Thanks a lot for coming to meet me.

Oh, listen, it's my pleasure. Thanks for coming all the way out here.

I want to help in any way I can.

You know, they're investigating Frederick's death as a murder, not a

Really? Do they have any suspects?

No, not so far.

One eyewitness, some guy on a motorcycle, said he saw a blonde woman

where the white convertible went over the cliff.

That's interesting.

Speaking as one of the three million slightly enhanced blondes in L .A., I've

got to tell you, that's a lot to go on.

That's right.

You know, they discovered something kind of disturbing about Frederick.

He wasn't really a doctor.

And why did you want to see me?

Well, the police have discovered that Frederick made a substantial withdrawal

from his bank, almost a quarter of a million dollars.

Okay, ristretto for the lady and coffee.

Two sugars.

It looks great.

Thanks.

You know, I never understood why coffee got so fancy all of a sudden.

You were saying something about a million dollars?

Oh, yeah, there was something else.

There were some previous withdrawals made over a period of about eight

You know, nothing really big, but still substantial.

What's your professional take on that?

Blackmail. Yeah, that's what I thought, too.

I don't suppose too many people knew about his secret, did they?

His sister would have known.

Yeah, possibly.

And then, of course, a private investigator might know, too.

She only hired me a week ago.

That's right. You told me that.

Maybe then you can explain this surveillance tape to me. This was taken

emergency room at Community General Hospital about a week before the first

attempt on Lily's life.

You were there for about five minutes.

Oh, yeah.

I went for a hike and ran into some poison oak.

I figured I'd go get a shot of cortisone at the ER, but they were jammed with

flu patients.

And they told us, if you don't have a knife or gunshot wound, go home and come

back later.

So I figured I'd go home and tough it out with the calamine and oatmeal

poultices. How did it heal up?

Not a single scar.

Now, my guess is that that guy sitting on the bench over there, staring at me,

is either A,

desperately in love with me, or B, your motorcyclist slash eyewitness.

And I assume that he hasn't been able to positively ID me or I would have been

arrested by your handsome son sitting next to me.

Pretty fair assumption.

So, since I'm not under arrest and I've finished my overpriced fancy coffee, I

trust you won't mind if I get on with my day.

I'm sorry I couldn't have been more help to you.

I can't tell.

Sorry.

Captain Lemery just called.

Lou Tyler's booked on a plane to Buenos Aires this afternoon.

Booked under her own name? To a country with no mutual extradition, and we have

no way to stop her.

You know, she's got that $250 ,000 on her. They'll search her, but, of course,

she's way too smart for that.

Well, you know, she's also too smart to let everybody know she's going to be on

that plane.

Maybe the reservation's a decoy.

Maybe, but where do we start?

Did anybody ever collect on Frederick's life insurance?

Everything keeps coming to a dead end.

You know, if Lou killed Frederick, she's getting away with it.

With Frederick dead, we have no way of knowing if he killed Lily.

Hello? Steve, you were right.

Hey, how you doing? I'm from ITL. I'm here to pick up a body.

Steve, can you hold on a second? Yeah.

Say, uh, Frederick Wilson.

The cat gets out back.

May I see the paperwork?

Huh?

Oh, yeah. Here you go.

Somebody filed next to Ken.

This is being shipped out of Van Nuys.

Steve, are you still there?

Cleared for takeoff? The tower called. They spotted a flare in our number two

engine as we were warming up.

It shouldn't be a problem. They're going to send a couple of mechanics to check

it out.

Luke Tyler, you're under arrest for murder.

That's ridiculous.

I'm transporting Frederick Wilson's body to relatives I've tracked down in

Florida. That isn't Frederick's body.

Surprising, considering your friend, the medical examiner, said that it was

based on dental records.

Right. Unless, of course, you murdered someone who roughly fit Frederick

Wilson's description and then broke into Frederick's dentist's office and

substitute his dental records for your John Doe. Why, pray tell, would I do

that? So you and Frederick could make it seem like Frederick Wilson was dead.

You guys are all over the map.

First you have me murdering Frederick. Then you have me conspiring with him.

Of course, you don't have prints.

You have no proof of a break -in. You have no proof that that body isn't his.

Well, that's one thing you didn't count on. We can prove it's not Frederick's

body. I would love to know how you're going to do that.

That body didn't have the hairline skull fracture that Frederick Wilson got when

he was a little boy.

His sister pushed him down the stairs, said it was the worst thing she ever

And the worst thing Frederick ever did in his life was kill his sister because

he thought she was blackmailing him.

It was you, wasn't it?

Oh, wouldn't that have been clever of me? And you kept blackmailing him.

But when it was clear he was going to be brought up on charges for being a fake

doctor, he threatened to take you down with him.

And since each of you had the goods on the other, there was only one way out.

Split up what money there was and part company.

Faked Frederick's death and split the insurance money.

And then there was the $250 ,000 in the lining of the casket.

What the hell is taking these guys?

Don't even think about it.

It wasn't my idea to kill Lily.

Oh, shut up!

I thought she was going to expose me, destroy everything I'd built up.

She never did believe in me.

Even when we were kids.

I thought she was going to ruin my life.

Frederick, nobody wanted to ruin your life. You did that yourself.

Shall we?

I'm not saying anything until I speak with a lawyer.

Well, I thought at least you do say thank you. And why would I want to thank

you? Because Frederick Wilson is no more a jet pilot than he is a doctor.