All language subtitles for Diagnosis Murder s08e21 Deadly Mirage Deja Vous And On the Beach-ar

Dr. Sloan! Dr. Sloan?
Dr. Sloan, are you there?

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 gonna

need a doctor, you're
gonna need an undertaker.

You all right? I'm fine.

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

Oh, that thing is a menace.
Are you kidding? That's safer than walking.

You mean 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 gotta 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. If you'll excuse me,
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 told you so.

You don't know how much I appreciate that.

It's probably just a sprain.

No, I think it's broken.

Let's get him, uh, to radiology.

Sorry.

Let's go, we're gonna get some x-rays.

Like I said, it all depends on
who's at the wheel, you know?

Yeah, yeah.

How you feeling?

I'm rotten.

Yeah, 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 scrumptious?

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

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

We?

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

Ooh.

You doctors are all alike.

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

They say the doctors are bad patients.

I'm a very good patient.

It doesn't mean that
I'm gonna close my eyes

to the shortcomings
around this hospital.

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

Here, here, let me, let me, let me, let me.

Later, Mark.

Get your rest.

It's just ridiculous the
way they seal 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, the day can't get any worse.

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

What are you doing?

You know you're not
allowed in patient records?

Shut down the computer.

Would you like to check my father out?

Name?

Mark Sloan.

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

What's 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'd look familiar, but...

Sudi.

Beg pardon?

Believe me, Dr. Sloan,
when I find out who is

responsible for this,
and I will, heads will roll.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Boy, isn't it a beautiful day?

Yeah.

Carefully 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 can sell tickets.

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

You know?

What, are you expecting somebody?

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

I, uh, thought it'd be a good idea if
you had some home care assistance.

Oh, Dr. 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 Sudi there.

And I'll be just fine.

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

Well, you could just send
them right back where

they came from, because
I don't need anybody.

Dad?

Yeah.

Nurse Sudi.

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

Well, as they're checking out?

Well, you kept me so busy.

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

Oh, she just 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, and that awful Mrs. Trubnick.

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

You're too much of a gentleman.

Oh, that coffee's the worst thing for you.

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 promised if 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.

Oh.

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 on good hands.

We'll talk later.

Let's just stay warm out here.

All right?

Harriet, come on in.

Brought you some chicken soup.

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

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, uh... Oh, Harriet, this
is, uh, Sudie, my nurse.

Sudie, this is, uh, Harriet
Flemlin, my neighbor.

Mrs. Flemlin?

Mrs. Flemlin, Carl Flemlin's wife.

Oh.

Huh.

Sit down, Harriet.

How's the leg?

Oh, she's doing okay.

And the nurse?

Oh, don't ask.

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, uh... 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 my sunshine away.

Sorry.

See ya.

Thanks for this too, Harriet.

What is that awful racket?

That is my new neighbor.

Have you tried calling them to complain?

Well, 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 liking you.

Good neighbors?

Wussons.

We don't throw rocks in Malibu.

Too many glass houses.

Be careful.

Here, let me help you.

Oh.

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

Oh!

Hey, what's it gonna take to keep you away?

Barbed wire?

It's about your music.

What, what?

Not loud enough?

As a matter of fact, it's so loud, I'm
afraid it's gonna break my chandelier.

And I'm worried about
the crystal sailfish at

the top of the stairs
of the china cabinet,

not to mention the baccarat
buffalo and the master bath.

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

Calvin, please.

Well, look, normally I wouldn't
even be home this time.

But maybe you can see I broke my leg.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Maybe we can turn the stereo down,
at least until Dr. Slump's got to speak.

Hey, hey, hey.

Look, no busybody's gonna tell me how
loud I can play my music in my own house.

Oh!

Why do you have to be so rude to people?

What, are you taking his side now?

What, what, 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.

And 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 ladies.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

No, maybe about it.

I've never seen the attraction myself.

I go for the quiet, sensitive sort.

A man like you, Dr. Sloan.

Yeah.

The kind who doesn't need muscles.

Huge shoulders and big hairy chest.

That's more my cup of tea.

Thank you, Judy, I think.

The smile of an angel.

The eyes of a devil.

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

No, not so wide, Judy.

It's not very much of
a swath at all, really.

Oh.

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 keep thinking 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's 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, size your way
into a brand new body in

three short months to
double your money back.

Ugh.

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.

Steve! Steve, come here!

What's the matter? Look.

What?

Right out there.

What am I looking at?

That guy Laird. He came out
with a duffel bag in that boat of his.

You sure it was Laird?

Well, 99% sure.

And what? You're convinced,
uh, there was a body in the bag?

99% convinced.

So, there's a guy, uh,
maybe our noisy neighbor,

going out to sea with a bag
that might contain a body.

Yeah, I'm almost positive I
saw a foot sticking out of there.

Let me know if you see any sea serpents.

Steve?

Steve?

He's back.

Look.

Looks like he was just fishing.

Using a duffel bag for bait.

Hey, the pictures, did
you get them developed?

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

Good. You'll see.

There's the fisherman.

The old lady.

Natty gentleman.

Natty.

And there's the starlet.

No Gerald Ol' Neen. Just as I 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.

Well, why can you be so sure, Mark?
You didn't actually see a body.

I have seen enough body bags in
my time to know one when I see one.

And 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 slept through her alone.

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 as too shy to speak.

The fisherman who does away
with two six-packs before 10 a.m.

And the bikini girl.

And Geraldine Baxter.

Late Geraldine Baxter.

Hey.

There you go.

Oh, good.

Now you're gonna see
what I'm talking about.

The mist was too bad.

You can barely make out
the man, let alone the bag.

Oh, I know what I saw.

Yeah, between the
lack of sleep and the pain

pills, you can't be
too certain of anything.

He's right. These photos are useless.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Some of these are very good.

They're very artistic.

Reminiscent of the French impressionists.

Yeah, I feel like fog.

Boy.

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 gonna give me
a moment's peace, are you?

Well, we're the only
ones that know about this.

If we don't take it into
us, who's going to?

I don't know anything.

Well, you're a police
detective, aren't you?

Why, go find out.

I, uh, can't let this stuff dry up.

Who'd 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, it's 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.

Uh, by the way...

You didn't happen to toss anything
in the ocean this morning, did you?

Who are you? Columbo?

What, you get me for littering?

No, Lieutenant.

I did not throw something in the
ocean this morning or any 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?

I leave the details to my lawyers.

That figures.

Well, he doesn't strike
me as the handyman 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'd buy him
as a cold-blooded killer.

Dr. Sun, 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?

Why is the dollars to know 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 of pence?

Well, guess I'll go cook dinner
unless cooking is now illegal.

Steve, if it takes 50
years, you're gonna

pay for inviting that
woman into this house.

I assume eating is still allowed.

Have you heard about the search warrant?

It's not gonna happen.

Even an old drunk like
Judge Harry Cooperman

isn't gonna grant a search
warrant on such flimsy evidence.

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

Your father's hunches
aren't like regular hunches.

It's more like he knows something. He
just hasn't gotten around approving it yet.

Yeah. He got the instincts of a street cop.

And a first-rate diagnostician.

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

Maybe I'm prejudiced. He's the
kind of 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 this.

Uh-huh.

Mark, it's coming along fine.

For 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 his first lawyer'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.

And you've worked there how long?

Five years, but I've
only been editor for two.

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
they're gonna use for the layout.

Oh, yeah?

I know a little something
about video myself.

So we've heard.

We've figured anybody
who surrounds himself with

such beautiful women
must live in a beautiful house.

Personally, if I lived here, I
probably would never wanna leave.

Well, that could be arranged.

Fresh paint?

Yeah.

You're painting the house?

Well, just this room.

See, it gets the most sun,
and the walls were really faded.

You do very good work.

That's all I've been told.

Speaking of which, you, uh,
wanna check out the bedroom?

Hey!

Steve!

Steve, come here!

Five hundred homes for sale.

I have 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.

You have one?

Sure.

I lied.

I did litter.

I threw Geraldine's stuff
in the ocean, so sue me.

You're gonna 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.

If Larry catches us here,
he's gonna recognize us.

Well, they say he hardly
ever comes by anymore, and

even if he does, big deal,
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?

It's the face.

The face?

Yeah, it's too cute.

Too cute.

Yeah, we're looking for
a schloopy kind of guy.

Comic relief, and you're
much too cute to be that. Sorry.

Nice disguise.

One, two, make the
turn. Feel the burn.

Three, four, let it strain.
Feel the pain. One, two.

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

Oh, look at that version rock.

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

I just love that candlestick on the mantel.

Oh.

That's it.

That is it.

That's what's been bothering me.

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

Well, 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 is 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 Laird.

I know what you mean. She's a real softy.

I tried to warn her that
with Calvin, he plays

strictly by his rules,
or you don't play at all.

Jerry plays for keeps.

He plays for trophies.

Well, 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.

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

Hey, what is she doing here? Mr. Laird?

What's wrong?

Uh, 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 tell you, sir.

Come back here! Get back!
Let me go! Let me go!

You idiots!

You're both fired!

The man was a complete control freak.
I thought he was gonna kill me.

If 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.

The same time I was
in a duffel bag, a certain

brass candlestick was
sitting on Mr. Laird's mantle.

It's like 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 discovered 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.

I 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.

And just where do you think you're going?

I'm going to pay a call on our neighbor.

Yeah, well, 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 soap and
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 your way.

You're fired.

Okay?

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

Mr. Laird?

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 know.

I'm selling exercise
videos 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.

I don't know 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.

Oh, it's not just you, Dr. Sloan.

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 was
no more than an afterthought.

A P.S., as it were, a
mere footnote, 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?

Well, I'll go start supper.

Would you 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.

Well, 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?

It 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 me?

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

Paris? London?

Mars?

Lock up, won't you?

So it's full in 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.

I mean, 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 guesswork.

No.

I was frantic.

He was gonna 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.

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

It's all right.

I knew you'd understand.

Yvonne.

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

Even after you left,
Laird 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 town.

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 samba-sizing.

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.

It's a good answer.

Coffee.

Steve!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire at the Laird!

Call 911.

Sudi, 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 started that fire?

Now, you see the trouble you've put me to?

You know, it's hard to
believe that someone like you...

...could ruin everything
for someone like me.

If only you could've broken
your neck instead of your leg.

Ah well.

Better late than never.

Steve!

Good work, folks.

But we'll take it from here.

Thank you.

Is there anybody inside?

No, the owner's away.

Go ahead and advance the line.

All right!

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

Oh, I must look aside.

Oh!

Judy, you look fine.

Oh.

Looks like somebody's been a busy boy.

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

Can you imagine he started that fire
just as a distraction so it could kill me?

The maniac could've
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.

That's true. He could've been
samba-sizing in Brazil by now.

Well, at least now he's gonna
pay for killing Geraldine Baxter.

Mark?

Sudie!

I-I thought you were back
working at Community General.

It was sweet of you 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. Flemlin, had broken his hip.

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

Yes. Isn't that wonderful?

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

But don't you be a stranger!

Mark.

Steve, could I have a
word with you, please?