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How's the Disneyland trip?

My mother's staying a couple extra days.
Ben was having such a blast, you know?

I figured this kid's been through so
much, why not, you know?

Nice place, huh?

Yeah, make an offer.

Ready to move up in the world, aren't
you? Yeah, I wish.

Gabe and I used to have a mountain of
debt. Now we have a little mountain of

debt. The album's still selling, right?

Yeah, meanwhile, he's touring South
America. I never even see him anymore.

I can't have everything.

So you were the first who arrived? Bob
was on his route.

The alarm came into the office. I had
dispatched the... Thank you.

Bob, go on.

I got the page from dispatch.

Arrived here at 8 .39.

Rang the bell.

No answer.

So I called for backup.

That's me.

What set off the alarm?

Someone hoping to think without
disarming the system.

Thanks. Excuse me.

Hey. Hey. They're going too far.

Better than his.

Tyler Corcoran, age 43.

Family? Yeah.

Divorced wife, two kids, living in
Marin.

Small caliber.

Two shots, one to the head, one to the
heart. A pro.

The closet safe was cleaned out.

Wow.

Hey.

He sure knew what was in here.

Yeah, I'm guessing it wasn't his pez to
plant your collection.

What would you do to have a closet like
this?

I don't know, but I'd get boarders and
charge rent.

Very, very, very nice.

Yeah.

Hey.

He's still alive.

I agreed to run for chief of police. You
told me that as a woman I was going to

have a level playing field. Does it look
like a level playing field? I meant it.

Gender is not an issue. Well, now come
on page two. We have the honorable mayor

with the three male candidates for the
job.

Because you don't play golf. Oh, come
on. Anyone can pose with a dick and a

little white ball.

Pluck would be a much better chief of
police than any of these guys.

Agreed. Well, then do something about
it. Take care of it.

Hey, it doesn't mean anything. It's
their usual foursome. It's just a game.

Yeah, where am I, in the clubhouse?

Vicki, we appreciate that you want this
to be over, but you really should go to

the hospital.

No, the paramedic said I'd be fine.

No, the paramedic said you probably have
a concussion.

Look, I tell you what, I grew up in
Texas with three brothers. This isn't my

first bump on the head, and it probably
won't be my last.

So the guy that hit you, I mean, you
must have seen something.

Skin color, clothing, hair color, how
tall, how heavy, something.

I wish I did. I mean, it was dark, and I
was trying to hide.

All right. Well, let's take it from the
moment you arrived.

All right.

8 a .m. sharp, every Tuesday.

So he was a regular client?

Yeah, he started with another girl from
the agency, but he wasn't happy, so they

sent me, and I stuck.

And you liked working for Mr. Corker?

Yeah, he stayed out of my way. You know,
some single men, they like to talk at

you. But he wasn't like that.

You can tell a lot about a person by
working in the home.

Such as?

He didn't get on much with his ex -wife
and kids. Not a lot of photographs.

So you got there. What did you do first?

I put my jacket in the hall closet.

Oh, it's probably still hanging there.

He always had me start in the master.

He'd be on the phone sometimes the whole
time.

You heard the doorbell. I didn't pay it
any mind.

But then I heard voices, Mr. Corcoran
and another man.

They were angry.

So you're sure that there was only one
man?

Well, it could have been others. I only
heard two voices.

What did you do?

Well, nothing at first. I mean, it's
none of my business.

Then I heard another sound, and then the
voices stopped.

What kind of sound?

Like a firecracker.

I don't know.

But then I heard it again, and...

I knew I'd better hide before somebody
came after me.

So Vicki said that she was crouched down
underneath some hanging clothes and

that somebody came in, they flicked on
the lights, she was grabbed and hit from

behind, and the next thing she knew, she
woke up in the ambulance.

And we're supposed to believe that she
saw nothing at all. Maybe that's why the

killer let her live.

So who's checking on her?

Where is she now? She's with Jenny in
the hospital. They're taking some x

Why don't you take her back to the
scene?

Take her through it, beat by beat. Maybe
that'll jog her memory.

All right.

Corcoran had a business partner,
Jonathan Weissman. Their company name

Shanway Investments. We called the
office. They called him in Reno. He

the first flight out. He should be here
any minute.

Anything on the business?

We talked to the guys down at Financial
Crimes.

Justice Department's been investigating
them, but no indictments yet.

Investigated for?

Money laundering.

Ah. They have a lot of cash that they
are spreading around, but no one seems

know where they're getting their funds.

Mob partners.

Looking into that angle.

Forensics picked up zilch from the safe.
For all we know, it could have started

out empty.

Whoever shot him didn't think so.

Oh, speaking of, the bullets that killed
Corcoran were fired from a silent .25

caliber automatic.

So what have we got?

Robbery? Or revenge? Or assassination?
Or something else?

I don't know.

I'm on my way to see Vicki's manager.

At a phone -a -mate, she told me they
have offices in 50 states.

Doesn't anybody clean their own house
anymore?

You, Captain?

Perish the thought.

So where are you in this sort of...
driving the cart?

It's true.

Tyler's dead.

I'm afraid so.

Unbelievable.

My office called me, but we were
together yesterday at a meeting.

Before I left, what happened?

What can you tell us about your
relationship with Mr. Corcoran?

More of a partnership than a friendship.
We formed Shanway together eight years

ago. And how would you describe what you
do?

We act as a conduit between capital
funding and emerging companies.

For example?

Well, everything from commercial real
estate to high -tech startups. What does

any of this have to do with Tyler's
death? Where do you get your capital?

Most of it overseas. Why?

We'd like to talk to some of your
investors.

About? How happy they are with the
service you and Mr. Corcoran provide.

Very.

As long as I maintain their privacy.

Would you say it was a coincidence that
you were out of town on the day your

partner was murdered?

I have a business to run.

Kate. Kate.

You asked me to do something, and I
have. Let me introduce Fenton Romney.

He's an image consultant.

Actually, what I do for my clients
defies description.

I'll bet.

Thank you, Cynthia. I don't need an
image consultant. It was nice to meet

Drop by again sometime?

Oh, it won't be easy.

No, with her it never is.

So was there any other sound coming from
the front of the house after you heard

the second shot?

No.

What did you do next?

Do you want me to crouch down like I
would?

I got down here, and I tried

not to breathe.

Then I waited.

Then the light came on, and somebody
grabbed me.

Okay. Yeah, you know what, Vicki? Try to
play this with me.

Hey, may I get the light?

Yeah.

All right, put him back on.

We know you saw him.

I'm not lying.

Vicki, why would anybody turn their face
to the wall when what they're most

afraid of might be walking through the
door? I had my eyes closed. Vicki, let

ask you something. Why are you alive?

Why would somebody murder someone in the
other room and be okay with just

knocking you out? I don't know.

Listen, I know you're afraid, but you
need to be more worried about lying to

and withholding information.

This is a murder case.

I didn't see anything, okay? I didn't
want to. I was there to clean that man's

house, not to watch him...

Stay down!

Shots fired! Officer down, I repeat,
officer down! I need immediate medical

assistance and backup at 408 Code 3,
location 1318...

Back down!

Let's go.

I got it. I got it.

Go on.

Go on. Back. Go. Okay.

Go on.

One, two, three.

Six units ONAG on the way.

Captain McCafferty, Joyce Chang with
KINX News. We understand that one of

inspectors was gunned down half an hour
ago on a city street. Can you give us an

update on the situation?

I can't at this time.

Now, sources tell us the inspector in
question was pronounced dead on arrival

County General Hospital. Excuse me. I'm
thinking about the condition of the gun.

McCafferty, where are you now?

Okay, call me when you get to the safe
house. Let's go.

Inspector Ramirez, I'm Dr. Michelson.
You're going up to surgery in a few

moments. We're going to be giving you an
anesthetic.

Ben, you're stable, but the bullet's
still inside you. It needs to come out.

Go up 16.

Let's get this patient moved. Right
away, doctor.

Please tell me I'm Ben.

I want those labs. Take that.

They're ready upstairs.

Please tell me I'm Ben. I promise.

No one is telling me a damn thing. And
you know what, Captain? I need to get

back out there and find out who in the
hell did this. The hell you do. You'll

here when your partner wakes up.

What's the matter with you? What's the
matter with me?

My partner was just shot!

And you'll do what you have to do to get
it together.

Is that clear?

Clear.

Did you talk to her family?

Gabe is touring South America. The
record company is trying to locate him.

about her son?

Disneyland with Mads' mother. I left a
message at the hotel.

Who do I speak to about Inspector
Ramirez? I'm her captain.

I'm Dr.

Michelson.

The bullet went in mid -back and
fragmented. We've removed most of it.

no threat to the spinal column.

But one small piece lodged next to the
aorta.

Any contact and the aorta could rupture.

And?

That would be fatal.

Well, then you'd better be pretty damn
careful.

Should we think about bringing in a
specialist?

You're looking at him.

I'm chief of trauma surgery here.

I'll keep you informed.

Thank you.

Can I have a cup of coffee?

It's an order.

Just make sure you guys check out the
back. We will before you leave, okay?

Thanks.

Okay, hungry?

Thirsty? Oh, thirsty.

Yeah, I could send out for something.

Pizza later?

Sure.

Wow, you finished that puzzle. My fast.

Well, it's not about what you know or
even how smart you are. It's just about

getting inside of the head of whoever
created the puzzle.

Look, don't take this the wrong way,
okay? But, um...

I just think there is so much more you
can be doing besides cleaning other

people's houses.

This is just my personal opinion.

Well, I get to work as little or as much
as I want. I mean, I'm in control.

Besides, I'm good at it. I mean, not
everybody is cut out to be a soccer mom

a cop.

The money's good.

I bet I make nearly as much as you.

And I for sure meet a better class of
people.

Probably, but that won't last long
because I have that mission.

Like? There are lots of opportunities
for women now, and I've thought about

politics, maybe even law school.

What about you?

You've got to have a dream.

Right now, it's a hot shower.

Okay. Shower's to help yourself.

All right. I appreciate it.

That's not fair, though.

I shared. I told you mine.

This dream I'm supposed to have, why do
you care?

Well, I just think it's just such a
shame to let such talent go to waste.

Look, the way I see it, everybody's got
one chance sometime in their life. I

mean, one shot to make everything turn
out right.

So you just got to be ready when your
chance comes along.

And then you jump on it, even if there's
risks.

Maybe I haven't made all the right
choices up until now, but I'm ready.

Sure about that?

That bullet today was meant for you.

How is Inspector Ramirez?

Still in surgery.

I'm sorry, I can't help.

I think you can.

I think you saw something or someone in
that house.

Now they want you dead.

And my friend took a bullet to prevent
that from happening.

We can't protect you if you don't tell
us the truth.

I don't know why he didn't kill me when
he had the... The man who killed Mr.

Corcoran and then hit me over the head.
You recognized him?

Look, I don't know his name.

But there's a picture of Mr.

Corcoran and him in Mr. Corcoran's
living room.

They're all dressed up.

Thank you.

Thanks.

House is all clear. There's no sign of
him.

Give a look at that.

No sign of the .25 automatic?

Probably at the bottom of the bay by
now.

These all need to go to the lab so you
can get somebody to help you. All right,

I'll get it right on. We have Weissman
right in front of us.

We don't know that he definitely killed
Corcoran. We know he was there.

Besides, what does it matter? He shot
Magda.

We don't know that either.

Well, remind me to ask him when we bring
him in, assuming he's still breathing.

I found these in the hall closet. I hope
it's all right. Yeah, that's what

they're there for.

Something happened.

The man you identified's name is
Jonathan Weissman.

Police went to his house to arrest him,
and he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere.

We suspect he's running.

He's coming after me, isn't he?

Look, you're safe here, okay? Half the
cops in the city are looking for

Weissman. It won't be long before he's
in our custody, and pretty soon we'll

have this whole thing wrapped up.

I know. I'm just scared.

I know.

I believe you.

That's why I can't take any chances.

Now, if you make the slightest noise or
make any move at all, I will shoot you

and then those two outside.

It's no problem for me.

Would you kill him for the money?

You say it like it's a dirty word.

Maybe that's because you always had
some.

You gonna kill me now?

Relax, darling.

I don't work for free.

Why'd you hang around Corcoran's after
you killed him? Greed makes us all

stupid. Oh, there's a life lesson there.

Corcoran's safe.

You're one big chance.

That's what I like about you, Raina. You
listen.

As soon as you get the results back from
the crime lab.

No, she's still in surgery.

Yeah, I know.

CD, get this guy.

Okay.

Yes,

Chief.

No, she's still critical.

Thank you.

We know that the shooter used a hunting
-style rifle with a laser sight.

waiting when they exited the house.

No, it got away clean. We have an arrest
warrant out for Jonathan Weissman Crook

and his business partner.

Thank you.

Any word on Meg?

That should have been me.

Yeah, well, we don't get to decide these
things.

She stuck by me when no one else would.

Oh, Jimmy.

You have more friends than you know.

Doctor. Michelson.

Can I have some water?

The nurse brings you some nice chips.

I thought I dreamt you.

It's probably the anesthetic.

The nurse said I almost died. I guess
you saved my life, huh?

Just doing my job.

Is my partner here?

They're waiting outside.

They've been here all night. You can
have visitors in a few hours.

And my family?

Oh, that's a nurse.

I'm going to roll you over on your side.

Ow.

Oh.

Still in one piece.

Deep breath.

Bullets out.

There's no organ damage, no major tissue
damage.

If we can keep you free of infection,
you can expect a quick and full

You'll have a scar, though.

There goes the string bikini, huh?

Ow.

The last time I was in the hospital, I
was giving birth to my son.

The time before that, I feel like having
my tonsils out.

Hey, Dr. Michelson.

It's a really good thing you became a
surgeon.

Yeah? Why's that?

Bedside manner. Dang.

Light them up, sew them up, and you're
out of there, huh?

I'll be back later to check on you.

Yeah.

If the piece of the guy hadn't sewn up,
I'd have been cuffed there all night.

Hey, we got a match.

I'm the prince.

Her real name is Nora Lowell. She's 28,
born in Minneapolis, raised by the

state. No known relatives.

She has a record, service record.

Joined the army in high school.

What specialty?

Military police.

Honorable discharge.

Nice. Of course, that was seven years
ago. Since then, nothing.

No addresses, bonds, tax records,
licenses, bank accounts.

Medical records, credit cards. The
woman's a ghost.

Who happens to kill people for a living?

Yeah, well, apparently everyone's not
cut out to be a soccer mom.

She works when she wants.

She's good at it.

She's in control, and the money's
decent.

Any leads on Weissman? For all we know,
he's sitting on a beach in Brazil. We're

still going through Shanway's folks.
They're pretty murky, so it could take

time.

Give me your best theory. Well,
according to their staff, Weissman and

have been fighting for the last six
months pretty bad.

Over. Weissman thought Corcoran was
stealing from the business.

And assuming they're laundering illegal
assets, it's unlikely that Weissman is

going to allow a court to handle his
dispute.

So he hired a pro. The actual Vicki
Brown remembers talking to a woman, Nora

Lowell, at a coffee shop a couple weeks
ago.

She was interested in applying at phone
and made all these questions about

clients and working conditions. Anyway,
Vicki ends up...

telling her all about Corcoran. And when
she gets home, someone grabs her from

behind. She wakes up bound and gagged on
the floor of her apartment.

And her car's missing, too.

At least she woke up.

Yeah, well, apparently Nora has her
standards.

She's playing God, deciding who lives
and who dies.

So she's hired to kill Corcoran.

She does her research. She sets up her
mark. She gets in clean by impersonating

the maid. And then she...

Shoots Corcoran.

Mission accomplished.

How come she's still there when the cops
arrive?

Greed. That's what she said.

She probably got Corcoran to open the
safe, not knowing it was connected to a

security system. By the time she cleans
it out, Medallion Security's pulling up

out front. So where's the money?

Where's the gun?

Hey. How's Ramirez? She's on the mend.

Good. Give her my regards. I sure will.

You know, yesterday when you talked
about a level playing field, I say let's

one better. Let's tilt it in your favor.

The Corcoran case is going to be the
lead on the local news for the next

of days.

Oh, you want my face on the tube?

Yeah, because it's good department
policy and it keeps the public informed

it's great exposure for you. I can do
that.

Not until you meet with Fenton Romney.

Oh, Cynthia, how can I phrase this? No.

Come on, Kate. I mean, it was really
hard to get to. He can do it. It's a

of good. It's not my world.

You don't want Chief to say so.

I do my job pretty well.

Is there something wrong with the way I
deal with the press?

Yeah, to you they're a necessary evil,
and to the next chief of this

I mean, they're an invaluable public
relations tool.

Fenton Romney is going to be in your
office at 4 o 'clock this afternoon. I'm

not asking you.

Just do this, or I have to withdraw my
support.

It's been fun.

I love the way you think you're the only
one with anything at stake. I backed

you. I brought you from off the charts
to the short list.

I didn't work that hard to lose.

This afternoon, 4 o 'clock. Sharp.

You could, babe, but it's really not

necessary. I mean, the tour's over in
less than a week.

Well, I'm sore and I'm tired, but, you
know, other than that, I'm fine.

Yeah.

Gabe, of course I wish you were here,
honey.

I'm not trying to talk you out of
anything, Gabe.

Okay.

I love you, too.

All right. Bye.

Coming home?

As soon as he can get a flight back.

Come here.

I'm not going to break.

How you doing?

Hi. How you doing? Good.

I heard you spent the night here last
night.

Oh, yeah. You know, my back is killing
me now.

Maybe I should go see that cute doctor
of yours.

Oh, I hadn't noticed.

Really? Yeah.

Oh, Magda, please. You may be married.
You're not dead.

Oh, come on. You know I can't stand
doctors and that holier -than -thou

that they have.

So... What?

Really?

He is kind of violent.

She told me this funny story about how
she kept setting off the alarm by

accident in one place she cleaned.

Well, you told her everything you know
about the security system.

She seemed nice.

Yeah, I know.

Did she ask you about Corcoran
personally?

She asked me about good clients.

See, some single men hang around, you
get in your way talking. Any mention of

safe? Sure.

Last Christmas, for my bonus, he goes
into his closet, comes out with a stack

hundreds, peels off two.

Not that bad.

No.

I'm real sorry he's dead, Inspector.

Do you think they'll find my car?

Well, the woman who was masquerading
around town as you, I think she must

abandoned it somewhere in town. We'll
find it. Don't worry.

Do you have any brothers?

Three back home in Texas.

Thank you.

Turn, Keith.

Turn.

Turn.

That's my very loaded gun right there.

And I'm a very good shot.

In case you want to jot that down.

Okay.

The hair is so 70s, the sweater 80s, the
pants are 60s.

I'm hitting all demographics.

The shoes are annoyingly sensible, the
legs are good, the bra's all wrong.

All wrong?

How about the panting?

Not now.

I'm sensing a certain amount of
resistance, Katie.

Call me Katie one more time, you're dead
on the floor.

I can't work like this. All the tension.

I need to try latte and I need it fast.

Try latte.

Do you know how long the wait list is to
see

me?

What would you suggest?

A complete makeover.

Basically a little less... poof, and a
great deal more power.

Oh, I'm forming a concept now.

We must combine the strength with the
beauty.

Now, the hair's all wrong. We need a
shape, a cut, the color.

What? What's wrong with the color?

People don't trust redheads.

Too emotionally unstable.

Now, oh, the outfit. More structure,
more tailored. Oh, I'm seeing navy.

I'm seeing white. I'm seeing military.

You're a lunatic.

Hillary said the same thing.

Before.

Think about it. Why would he run?

He shot a cop.

Yeah, but there were no witnesses, and
without a weapon, it's going to be very

hard to prove.

Murder for hire.

Figured the person he hired to kill
Corcoran is probably about to give him

So he goes after her, misses, and now he
runs.

Yeah, but he's a... Prominent local
businessman with so far no history of

illegal activity. It's going to be his
word against professional killers.

So, where is he?

I don't know.

He panics at first.

Time passes, the panic subsides. He's
thinking more clearly, maybe thinking

about turning himself in.

But he doesn't.

You know, so where does he go? We
checked all the hotels.

Someplace. A car.

Both Weissman's vehicles are in his
garage, and he didn't rent. Check that,

Yes, but, Vicki, the maid's car is still
missing.

Maybe someone got to Weissman before we
did.

Laser sight.

Sure shot. One to the head, one to the
heart.

So, the forensics checked out on the
rifle. The forensics came back with

residue on Weissman's hand and neck.
Case closed on the attempted murder of a

police officer. I'm so tired of feeling
stupid.

Wait, she's good. Gotta give her that.

Do any of you feel that, um...

The redheads are emotionally unstable.

Never mind.

She's probably long gone by now. That's
what a pro would do.

I want to maintain surveillance on the
real Vicki Brown, at least for now.

How much do you think she charged for
hitting Corcoran? What's going on right

now? Enough for a long, anonymous
vacation if she got paid up front, which

probably didn't.

See, that's the thing.

This was her big chance, and so she did
all this research, figured out a way to

get in without exciting, you know,
vision.

Figured out Corbin was sitting on a pile
of money.

You know, she could have killed him,
gotten away clean, collected her fee,

she was there for the safe.

Which was empty.

We searched everywhere, no money.

Except no gun either, and we know there
was a gun.

Unless we didn't look everywhere.

If it's still there.

Which would be a reason to stay.

Baby, Mommy's fine.

No, I didn't get hit with a bullet. It's
all crushed up anyway.

I miss you. I can't wait to see you.

Okay, puppy. Tell Grandma and Titi Lily
that I sent kisses, okay?

I love you.

Bye.

My son.

Ben?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Uh, you mentioned him.

Oh.

I didn't know you were listening.

You got any kids?

Never married. None that I know of.

Hmm. Well, Ben's an eight -year -old
boy, and unfortunately bullets are very

important to him right now.

Especially one whose mom is a cop. Yeah.

You know, you kept me up last night.

I did?

Your comment, rotten bedside manner.

Oh, yeah.

No, no, no, you were right.

Professional detachment.

That defense mechanism.

Things tend to get kind of grim around
here. I don't often get to see people at

their best.

Yeah, you and me both.

But you know what, Doc?

You still got to rise above it and find
a way to smile at the end of the day.

Hey, how about a tattoo?

How about it?

To cover my scar.

It's not necessary.

I've already signed my name.

Oh, ha, ha, ha. Very funny.

Take advantage of a poor bedridden
woman.

I don't have trouble seeing you in that
light.

So, um, so I go home and... Uh...

Well, the nurse will give you a post -op
regimen.

Okay, great.

Some advice?

Don't get shot again, Inspector Ramirez.

Is that your attempt at a sense of
humor?

Did I fail?

Not entirely.

And I don't plan on getting shot again,
Dr. Michelson.

Uh, Jonah.

Jonah.

Jonah.

Let's go through it again.

All right, so he sees the uniform,
assumes it's Vicki, lets her in, but

he notices the switch... He opens the
safe, she empties it, and then leaves

back down here.

She's got what she came for.

So by the time the first security guard
rings the bell, she had talked for maybe

five minutes before the second security
guard arrived?

And in that time, she has to bash in her
head, make it look like she's working

here as a maid, hide the gun, hide the
money, and put herself in the closet.

And come up with a story where it all
fits.

As we all know, she's capable of.

Well, it's not here.

What's the name of the first guard who
arrived on the scene?

Medallion Security, this is Inspector
Washington, SFPD. I need to speak with

of your employees ASAP.

Bob McDonald.

Thanks.

He went home early.

He's right here. He's right here. Heads
up.

Yeah,

we got him.

She made me.

Said if I didn't help her, her friends
would kill me.

It's not my fault. What am I supposed to
do?

So what'd you offer him?

More money than he'd ever seen in his
life?

And me?

I was pressed for time.

Looks like you missed your big chance
after all.

Don't count me out just yet.

Let's get her out of here.

I love it.

Transformation. Kate?

It's a big step.

It's a big office.

Give me five minutes. Five minutes.

I'm a genius.

If you don't like the product, Cynthia,
shop somewhere else.

Captain McCafferty, Joyce Chang here
with KINX News. We understand you have a

suspect in custody in the Corcoran
murder.

That's correct, Joyce, and we'll have a
full statement for all of you in the

morning after the suspect's been
arraigned. I'd like to say for the

the SFPD feels confident that the person
we have in custody is the one

responsible not only for the death of
Tyler Corcoran, but for his business

partner, Joseph Wiseman.

Why? It's a shame to let talent go to
waste.

20 years ago, how many women had your
job?

You think it's some kind of progress for
a woman to be able to kill as well as a

man? It's better.

The question isn't why, it's why not.

What was that all about?

She made a deal.

She made a deal?

On a double murder and who knows what
else?

What else that the Justice Department's
interested in?

Wait, how do you kill two people and
walk?

Two people with mob connections.

You really think she planned that far in
advance?

She is a woman.

Bessie knows all the bodies are buried.
She buried them.

She said not to count around.

I'm going to go and call the attendants.

Is that really necessary?

You know what? They wheel you in,
they're going to wheel you out.

Wow.

At least I'm leaving sitting up.

Thank God. Hey, Jen.

Can you pass me my bag there? I have to
call Jonah and make an appointment.

Jonah, is it?

Hmm. Didn't know we were on a first
-name basis.

Don't start.

Uh -huh.

You know, he did save me from the jaws
of death. Oh, yeah.

Okay. Jaws of death.

I will.

Go get the car.

Yeah, you do that. Jonah.

Hey.

Hey. I was just going to call you. Here
I am.

How are you feeling?

Well, everything still hurt.

The healing pain is a good thing.

You look terrific.

Thank you.

I do good work.

Yes, you do.

I needed to set an appointment.

Yes. Two weeks from Wednesday, 1 p .m.,
my office. I'll remove the stitches.

Okay.

Terrific. I will see you then.

Hey, I was thinking we should get coffee
sometime.

Are you asking me out? For coffee.

I'm married.

I know.

Oh, um, well, isn't that unethical? I
mean, I'm one of your

patients. Coffee with a patient?

Not last time I checked.

Well, I guess I misunderstood you.

No,

you didn't.

Oh. Are you offended?

No.

No, no, no, I'm not offended. I, uh...

I just don't think I should, you know?

I understand.

Yeah. So, two weeks.

Stitches only.

Right. Stitches only.

Yep. Hey,

Doc.

Do you do this all the time? Hit on your
patient?

Um, would you believe me if I told you
this was my first time?

No. I wouldn't.

But thank you.

I mean it. Thanks for everything.

You are welcome, Inspector Ramirez.

Magda.

Magda.

Thank you.