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-aren't you a little overdressed
for your everyday shootout?

-I'm just trying
to figure out why

Dr. Bennett still
had Martinez's file.

-Martinez's daughter
is suing the trauma

center for malpractice.

-I need to see you right away.

-She still have a
problem with the, uh...

-Jan Bennett ingested
about 200 milliliters of bourbon

just before she died.

-Nobody is throwing a
blanket over the truth.

-You're making this
up as you go along.

-Where's you
license to kill, doctor?

-You didn't drive the
car over the cliff for her.

-Nice shootin'.

-Yeah, well the little
boy that you shot'll

probably say the same
thing... if he makes it.

-Wasn't me.

-I saw you pull
the trigger, James.

-I'm innocent.

-What does that mean,
you weren't alone?

-Ow!

-Trauma base, this is ra-47.

We are en route.

Eta is 5-6 minutes.

-Copy, ra-47.

What are the patient's
vital signs at this time?

Vitals are BP is 80 over 60,

respiration 10 and shallow,
pulse is 84 and thready.

-Copy, ra-47.

Is the patient
alert and oriented?

-Affirmative, trauma
base, but be advised,

patient has lost a lot of blood.

Approximately 1000 cc's.

-No problem, man.

I got lots more.

Dr. Callister,
report to er, stat.

-McCall.

Aren't you a little overdressed
for your everyday shootout?

-Yeah, tell me about it.

I was on my way to a
date, and Washington here

decided to rip
off the liquor store

where I was buying the wine.

Code blue, er.

Code blue, er.

-Don't lose him, Emily, I may
have to try him murder one.

He just shotgunned
a 14-year-old kid

who never knew what hit him.

-Relax.

Let us help you.

-We've got a lot to
talk about, James.

-You relax too, sergeant.

-Don't worry, Dee
Dee, her bark's

still worse than her bite.

-Her bark's bad enough.

I'm gonna go check
on the kid he shot.

-James?

James, it's Dr. Bennett.

I need blood gases.

Uh, type and cross-match
with 2 units whole blood.

Blood pressure is
no longer palpable.

-Prep him for surgery.

Ok, move him over here.

-Hurts.

-Hi.

-Hi.

14 years old, what's next?

-Is he going to make it?

-At this point,
could go either way.

Keeps up we're
going to have to put

a pediatrician on full time.

-He's got my bed,
you remember that?

At least, it was my bed
for about 6 days back in '87.

-6 rotten days, as I recall.

-Whew, yes.

-How's the back?

-It's all right.

Another one of
your success stories.

-You're welcome.

-Well, don't take
all the credit.

Jan Bennett really pulled
me through that long haul

of therapy.

You know she really
got me back on my feet.

Dr. Rabb, this girl
wants to talk to you.

-What's happening down in er?

It's so crowded, people backed
up all the way down the hall.

-They closed the old park
trauma center, you heard?

We're getting all the
overflow for everything

west of normandy.

Hi, Dee Dee.

-Hey, Elliott.

Trouble?

-Nah, subpoena.

That rape case I treated.

I'm being asked to testify.

Second time in a week.

I end up working 36
hours without any sleep,

and everything
they ask me is sitting

right there in the chart.

-Where's the mother?

I'll see you later, Dee Dee.

If that back acts up
on you, magic fingers.

Trust me.

-Yeah.

Dr. Dalton, report to surgery.

Dr. Dalton, report to surgery.

I want you to take
care of that stat.

-Jan!

-Hi, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to rush right by you.

Your Mr. Washington's stable.

That bullet just
missed his vena cava.

You can see him tomorrow.
- Great.

Wait!

Wait wait wait.

Why don't you take a break.

It seems to me,
call me crazy, but it

looks like maybe you need it.
C'mon, let's get some coffee.

-No, raincheck. I, I'm rushing!

-Jan.

Rushing?

What, everything's not changed?

-Oh, yeah, things
have definitely changed.

Now I'm rushing
to things instead

of running away from them.

-Well, this sounds interesting.

-Mhm.

-Yeah?

Sounds like maybe a man?

-Umm...

-So?

Tell me!

-I, I can't.

I've got a bad
tachycardia down the hall.

Dinner tomorrow.

-You're on!

-Great!

-Hey, McCall, Washington
wants to rat out his partner,

let's go.

-That's a surprise.

-Yeah.

Public defender wants
to make a deal with us.

-Oh, wai... I can't trade a
shooter for an accomplice.

I do that, I'm laughed right
out of the detectives bureau.

-Yeah, I know, but
the attorney also

said the accomplice shot 7
guys in a convenience store.

-That's different,
but no immunity, ok?

Have the da review the case
and then give us his opinion.

-Got it.

I'll be right with you.

McCall, homicide.

-Dee Dee, it's jan.

I need to see you right away.

-Well, what about
our dinner tonight?

-I can't.

We've got a staff
party I've got to be at.

I completely forgot.

Look, could we
have a quick talk?

It's really important.

-Ok, look, I'm going
down to the hospital,

I'll meet you there at icu, ok?

-I'm off duty.

I, I'm just running
some errands.

Look, please, can you make
a few minutes for me now?

Come on, let's go, roll it!

-Listen, jan, I
can't right now, i'm

onto something real important.

Listen, call in an
hour and let me

know where I can reach you, ok?

All right.

I'll leave a message.

-Ok.

-So, I hear that you, uh got a
break in the Washington case.

-Yeah, it looks like it.

Uh, captain, jan Bennett's
going to phone me.

When she does, will
you have me beeped?

-Sure, sure.

Jan Bennett, I remember here.

She still have a
problem with the, uh...

-No.

She's great.

Soda and lime.

-Thank you.

-Quit avoiding me.

We're going to have
to talk sooner or later.

-Ok.

Ok.

So maybe you can't appreciate
why I have made the decision

that I've made, but
you've got to understand,

it was my decision to make.

-No.

What you are proposing
is irresponsible.

-Irresponsible?

How can you possibly
say that to me?

Two years ago, I
was irresponsible.

I have worked damn hard to
pull my life together since then.

I want this.

-I have to call the hospital
and check on a patient.

-Don't you use
that line with me!

Now, I want to finish
what we've started here.

-This is neither the time nor
the place to resolve anything.

-Don't you walk away from me!

-Are you ok?

-I, I, I'm fine.

-Then maybe it's
gonna stop raining.

-Yeah.

My car ran out of gas.

Can you, uh, give me a hand?

I need to filter out
some gas out of your car.

Can you back up and, uh...

-Yeah.

It's 9:26.

We'll be back with more
uninterrupted music.

-My parents will kill me
if I'm not home by 10:00.

-Oh, come on, babe, we're
gonna have plenty of time.

-You know, I heard her
calling for help, loud and clear.

-You didn't feel I
could wait, right?

-Yes.

I didn't.

I, I didn't think it
was that urgent.

I don't know, I
just thought it was

a romantic problem or something.

-I know, but you didn't drive
the car over the cliff for her.

I don't want you to start
feeling guilty about this,

understand me?

-Yeah.

-What have you got?

Car was approaching
the s-curve from the east.

No skid marks.

From the trajectory I'd say
it was moving slower than 30

but... it's a sharp curve,
so that's about right.

-Any witnesses?

-Over there, those two kids.

They saw it go over.

Had them come
back to talk to you.

-Thank you.

-I'm sgt. McCall.

Can you tell me what you saw?

-Well, uh.

We weren't exactly
paying close attention.

-I understand.

When did you see the car?

-Just as it went
over the edge there.

Uh, the headlights
lit up our car.

-Do you know about
what time it was?

It was about 9:30.

-You sure about that?

9:30?

-No.

We had the radio on.

The announcer said it was 9:26.

My parents have
me on a strict curfew.

I had to be home by 10:00.

Yeah, I guess we
were a little late.

-McDonald?

Get a cast of these tire
tracks as soon as you can.

-I'll call it in.

-What are you looking for?

-Well, I spoke with
her yesterday, Emily,

and she sounded pretty upset.

I just thought there
might be something.

She say anything to you?

-She was on top of the world.

-Well, she wasn't yesterday.

She never even hit
the brakes, and she's

driven Mulholland
hundreds of times.

-Hmph.

She used to
drive it blind drunk.

-Yeah, you know,
I was thinking...

-Forget it, Dee Dee.

She had been sober for months.

-Wonder why jan would
have this stuff on her desk.

"Grocer stands
fast," "lockwood mall

stalled by Martinez grocery."

What's that?

Copies of an EKG.

-Pedro Martinez.

He died of an allergic
reaction about six months ago.

-Well, six months ago, why would
jan have this stuff on her desk

now?

-Probably the lawsuit.

Martinez's daughter is suing the
trauma center for malpractice.

-So what happened?

- He had a heart attack.

They gave him Lidocaine.

Turned out he was
allergic to Lidocaine,

and he went into shock and died.

Martinez's daughter claims we
had access to that information.

-So what do you think?

Think she's got a case?

-We'll find out in court.

-You don't seem
too concerned over it.

In this business, sergeant,
having somebody hand you

a subpoena is the same
as asking for the time of day.

The next step was
to order a chest tube.

There was additional
reason for concern at this time,

because the patient
was not responding

to fluid resuscitation,
as indicated

by his worsening vitals.

-Elliott.

-Oh, hi.

Two procedures...
Pericardial tap, and the...

-This looks exactly like
what happens here every day.

-I was just trying
to figure out why

Dr. Bennett still
had Martinez's file.

-Mm, the lawsuit, I assume.

-No, no, no.

We gave everything
to the lawyers

and gave our depositions
over two months ago.

No, this was her pet project.

I'm just hypothesizing,
now, but it's

possible she was working
on a new program, something

on allergies, so
our staff would be

better prepared the next time.

-Is there some way
to check that out?

-Yeah.

I, uh, I haven't been able
to find anything new in here

on Lidocaine adreactions.

-Let me know if you do.

-Yeah

hold it right there.

Drop your gun, Alice,
or I'll blow her away.

Slowly.

Kick it over.

Great.

-Hi.

Sgt. Hunter.

-Sam Van kirk.

My teacher told me
you wanted to talk to me.

-Uh, come on over here.

Now you're a, uh,
parking valet, is that right?

Only part time.

Right now I still have to do
some acting to pay the rent.

-I see.

But you were working
last night at the party

in the 9100 block of Mulholland?

-Yeah.

Doctors.

Rotten tips.

-Uh-huh.

Remember seeing her?

-I got her car for
her when she left.

She wasn't having a good time.

-Why do you say that?

-She'd been crying.

I mean, it was hard
to tell in the rain

but she'd sprung a leak.

-Had she been drinking?

-You mean was she drunk?

No.

I would not have
gotten her car if she was.

Company policy.

Anyway I don't think
she'd been there that long,

unless she'd started early.

-What time was that?

9:11

9:11?

You seem pretty
precise about that.

-I was rehearsing for
a commercial audition

I had today, and I had
15 seconds of copy,

and I had to get it down to 10.

So I had my eyes on my watch.

-I see.

-Ok.

I'll let you get
back to your class.

I can talk to you if I
need to again, right?

-Sure.

-Thanks.

Appreciate it.

Thank you very much.

Oh, uh, you did, uh, get
the interview, didn't you?

-Too short.

I hit the copy on
the nose, though.

Hey, wait a minute.

You're a cop.

We're doing this
police scene over here,

and I play this streetwise
undercover narc

with a guilty conscience
and a grudge,

and her ex-partner flips
out and takes a hostage.

Got any tips?

-Take him shopping.

-You know how it is
around here, day in, day out.

I thought I was shockproof.

Jan.

God.

-A number of the
staff at the party

say that you were
arguing with her.

You want to tell me
what that was about?

-She asked for a partnership
I wasn't prepared to offer.

I wasn't very diplomatic
in my response.

It'd been a bad day, I guess I
was looking for an opportunity

to explode, and found it.

It's not the way I
wanted to remember her.

-Do you recall if she'd
been drinking or not?

-No.

I've always been alert to
that kind of thing with jan.

Maybe I upset her
more than I thought.

Maybe it was me that
drove her back to the bottle

and over that cliff.

Find out, Dee Dee.

I don't want to
be left with that

"maybe" for the rest of my life.

-You know, the tire tracks
at the top of the hill match

those on Bennett's car.

And there's also a second
set of tracks up there.

-What's the tire tracks
have to do with anything?

-Well, maybe she
stopped for somebody.

Maybe she just pulled
over because she

felt like she had
too much to drink.

-Captain, I don't buy
the drinking angle.

No one at that party saw
her ingest any alcohol.

Now when would she have done it?

-Well, she left the party
about 9:11, went over the cliff

at 9:26.

That's a 15 minute difference.

Only take about 7
and 1/2 to 8 minutes

to get to the top of
the hill from the party.

Uh, she probably stopped
off, ingested the alcohol,

and then, uh, went
over the edge of the cliff.

I found a, a whiskey bottle,
where the car went off.

-First of all, I don't believe
she committed suicide.

-Well, neither do I.

-And as far as the whiskey
bottle you found, I, I mean,

come on, people are throwing
junk over cliffs all the time.

-I know, but this one had
her fingerprints all over it.

-I'm having a hard
time believing this.

-Better believe it.

-So, what have you got, Barney?

-Jan Bennett ingested
about 200 milliliters of bourbon

just before she died.

Most of it's still
in her stomach.

-Well, that's... what
is that, like, half a pint?

Take a pretty heavy
drinker to down that.

How much was left in her blood?

-Mm, very little.

Only 0.04 had been absorbed.

-Well how long would that take?

-Ah, if you belted
it, say 10 minutes.

Not enough to
get her very drunk.

You know, she
didn't die instantly,

she was unconscious a few
minutes after she went over.

-All right.

So she leaves the party upset.

She pulls over, she
guzzles half a bottle of booze

to give her courage, she
punches the car over the cliff.

The alcohol is
absorbed as she's dying.

-Yeah, well, I don't buy that.

-You know what I
keep thinking about?

That second set of tire
prints that you found.

-Right.

-I think she pulled over because
she saw someone that she knew.

-On the other hand, she might
have been very despondent.

-Over what?

She was two months pregnant?

-This is a waste of your
time, sergeant, and mine.

As I said on the
phone, I can't help you.

-Well, I think that you can.

Look, I have to find out who
fathered jan Bennett's child.

I presume she told
you that, at least.

She was 39.

She was a doctor.

If you didn't want to test
the father's blood for rh

compatibility, then
she would have.

-Yes, but that's in confidence.

-Yeah, but that
doesn't matter much

anymore, because she's dead.

-I'll really miss her.

She was so happy
she was expecting.

-She was going to keep the baby?

-Oh, absolutely.

-Alone?

-Yes, I believe so.

I believe there was
really no choice.

-That means the father
didn't want to get married.

Or he was already married.

Which says that we
have a man with a very

strong motive for murder.

-It was an accident.

-It was a bizarre
accident, and we

still have a lot of questions.

Dr. Stanton, I suggest you
get your attorney on the phone,

because I can subpoena your
records, and you know what?

I think I'm going
to have to do that.

Look, we both liked her.

Why don't you help me here?

Help me find out who killed her.

-I don't know the
name of the father,

but, uh, I can give
you some help.

Blood type, age,
medical history.

Maybe you can find him.

-Good.

-Lois?

Bring me jan
Bennett's file, please.

Thank you.

Dr. Rabb to the
emergency entrance.

Multiple injuries
from a tanker fire.

-You're going to
be in some pain.

"Tienes dolor?"

I'm going to have one of the
nurses stitch up the wound.

"Enfermera."

Oh, Emily... get word to
the sherman oaks burn

unit to standby
with their chopper,

and have one of the
rns stitch up that guy.

He's got a
superficial laceration.

-We don't have any free hands.

Ruby called in sick,
and the agency's

still trying to find somebody
who'll come down here.

-That is 3 or 4
times this month.

I don't think she's sick.

I think she's taking
private referrals.

-Why not?

They pay better.

Anyway, wouldn't you rather
go sit beside some big bed

in Beverly Hills
than fight the wars?

-She could at least
tell us ahead of time.

She knows we're down
to a skeleton crew as is.

-That's the problem
with a skeleton, Elliott.

You lose one bone and
the whole thing falls apart.

Why don't we ever schedule
a couple of rns in reserve?

-And pay... pay them with what?

I was on the phone for
two hours with medi-Cal,

trying to find their
reimbursement from last July.

With jan gone this place
is turned into a nightmare.

I'm sorry, Todd, but I
miss her as much as you.

In a different way, perhaps.

-I've said it before.

Let's move.

Let's go to the West Side
where more people choke

on their expensive
dinners than get

stabbed for a
bottle of muscatel.

-We just can't pull up
stakes, we've got a contract.

-With the survival,
we're not surviving, Elliott,

we're going broke.

You know it as well as I do.

I don't get it.

When are you gonna face facts.

We can't keep our doors
open here much longer.

Dr. Rabb, emergency
entrance, stat.

Blue crash cart, stat.

-We'll talk, Todd.

There are a lot of options.

Questions.

It's complex.

When do you go on?

-Now, I guess.

That's preposterous, Dee Dee.

-I don't think so.

I've got 11 definite
correlations.

The father has a
history of family diabetes.

So do you.

The father has type
o-negative blood.

So do you.

Abdominal surgery in '83.

6 foot 1, medium
dark hair, blue eyes?

Oh, and I forgot.

You also worked together.

-It's still not a crime.

We even liked each other, which
is more than I can usually say.

Jan was determined
to be a single mother.

In a way, I was
happy about that.

-Oh, really?

Do you think your wife
was happy about that?

When were you going to tell her?

-I was going to.

I wanted to spend time the
baby first, but I was going to.

-What were you waiting for?

-Elliott?

-You've got to take
over the rest of my shift.

-I'm about to sign out.

-I know, but, uh,

-i have something
I have to attend to.

-The hell you say!

I've been on my feet
for 39 stinking hours.

-I'm going to have to insist.

-What were you arguing
about at the party.

-The child.

She wanted to keep the child.

I told you that.

We simply disagreed.

-Why do you think she
so desperately needed

your approval?

-Our relationship was like that.

-And when you didn't approve?

-She was furious.

She actually expected me to...

-Leave your wife?

Was she threatening to tell her?

-Something like that.

It was all going so fast.

It was such a mess.

-I guess she
didn't leave you too

many other options
than to kill her.

-Forget it.

I'm a doctor, I
couldn't kill anybody.

-I knew her.

She was one of the
trauma people there.

Why ask me?

-She was pretty involved
in your father's case.

She may have been murdered.

-I didn't know.

You're saying it has
something to do with my lawsuit?

-Well, it's a possibility.

You're pretty adamant
about avenging

your father's
death, weren't you?

-Legally, in the courts.

-He received the standard
treatment, didn't he?

-But he was allergic to it.

-Well, how could they know that?

-I told them.

I came home.

My father was
having a heart attack.

I called the paramedics
and when they got here,

I warned one of them
about his condition.

For all the good it did.

I took that developer
lockwood's last offer,

and the sooner I can forget
what happened to my father,

the better.

-Thank you

-Pedro Martinez was a stubborn,
foul-mouthed old hombre,

but I loved the guy.

We got to know each other.

I respected him.

A good businessman.

-His death was kind of
convenient for you, wasn't it?

It would've been more convenient

had he died 6 years ago.

That grocer was
the toughest bird

I ever faced in a negotiation.

When I saw I
couldn't beat him, I

realized I had to outlive him.

Dean!

I want to reduce these, uh,
to an 8 x 10 for a meeting

this afternoon, all right?

-I don't, uh, see you as the,
uh, the patient type, you know.

-Negotiating take
time, sergeant,

it's not just a matter
of dollars and cents.

Take Martinez, for instance.

He loved that miserable
little fruit stand of his.

I could have kept
adding zeroes to my offer,

but it wouldn't have mattered.

So I tried to romance him.

We'd have lunch.

I took him to a ball game.

We event went fishing
one Saturday, off the pier.

I actually enjoyed that.

But he wouldn't budge.

The month before he
died I think his position

may have softened just a little.

-Just a little bit.

So the old man
was really throwing

a wrench into the
whole deal, huh?

-Oh, there's
always a last detail.

We're going full bore now.

Apartments.

Offices.

Parks.

Two department stores.

12 cinemas.

We've even got a hospital
with the only trauma center

in central la.

-Kind of the Pedro
Martinez memorial, huh?

-I don't have time
for innuendo, ok?

And even I can't
order up a heart attack.

Martinez's time
came, that's all.

-Uh, this is 1-William-56.

I'll need, uh, search warrants
for bank records, credit check,

phone logs, for Vincent
lockwood, l-o-c-k-w-o-o-d.

Roger, 56.

Sgt. McCall is code 6
at Wilshire memorial.

-Does the word sloppy
mean anything to you?

I don't care!

What the hell were
you thinking about?

Just watch it from now
on, because it isn't going

to be me who's hung
out to dry, comprende?

-What does Pedro
Martinez have to do with me?

Or jan?

-Maybe he was at the
root of another argument

you were having.

The one about
what really happened

when Martinez was brought
into that trauma center?

-He died!

Of an allergic reaction.

-His daughter claims
she told the paramedic

about his condition.

-I know, I know,
and the paramedic

claims that he mentioned it
when he brought Martinez in.

That's why she's
suing the trauma

center and everybody
else involved.

-See, the thing I don't get is
why was jan so obsessed about,

about Martinez and lockwood's
new downtown trauma center?

Who did the paramedic
say that he spoke to?

-Elliott rabb.

The paramedic says that
when he presented Martinez

to rabb, that he
mentioned the allergy.

-But rabb says he
doesn't remember.

-Rabb says it never happened.

-How is that possible?

-You've seen a critical patient
admitted to a trauma center.

It's a madhouse.

There's blood everywhere,
everyone's talking at once.

It's not only
possible, it's likely.

Dee Dee, believe me.

As I see it, nobody is throwing
a blanket over the truth.

-Really?

Well I think I just
found out the truth.

-I want you to
know, finding a judge

to authorize the exhumation of
the Martinez body wasn't easy.

-Spare me the details.

-I found it in the tissue.

Ergot.

-Which is?

-It's a drug.

Could have been
slipped into his food.

-Poison?

-Not exactly.

In large doses ergot can
cause severe chest pains.

-Like a heart attack.

-Pretty much.

He suffered a small
thrombosis a few years back.

He was primed.

-Somebody wanted
Martinez in that trauma center.

To kill him.

-Thank you for coming, Mr. Lane.

-No problem.

Believe me, if the alternative
is having a homicide detective

roaming around the
office, it's no problem at all...

Not that we have
anything to hide.

I just think our clients
would rather we balance

their books without
a police presence.

-I understand.

Well, I just have a
couple questions here

and then you can be on your way.

-Questions about what?

-About one of your clients,
a doctor Elliott rabb.

-I'm sorry sergeant, but
I didn't build a practice

by sharing client
records with the police.

Not without a proper subpoena.

-Uh, Mr. Lane, I have a
sworn duty to uphold the law.

Now, if I am forced
to get a subpoena,

I will have to look at a lot
of your financial records,

and if I find something that is
even the least bit suspicious,

even if it's totally
unrelated to this case,

then I will be forced
to notify the IRS.

-You wouldn't.

-Wanna bet?

-Just what are you looking for?

-A connection between rabb
and a Mr. Vincent lockwood.

Let me put it to you
this way, Mr. Lane.

You can either
cooperate with me...

You can leave here, clear
and free and have a lovely day

or I get a subpoena, we meet
again in a couple of hours,

and I doubt that I'll be
in a very good mood.

Choice is yours.

-Ok, lockwood and
rabb are secret partners.

I'll get you the contract.

May I use your phone?

-Sure.

Come in!

Uh-huh.

Look, I'll get
right back to you.

Sgt. McCall.

-Dr. Rabb.

Been doing a little
research on you.

Undergraduate degree usc.

Ucla medical school.

Very impressive.

-Thank you, I do my best.

-There's just one
thing that's missing.

-Yeah, what's that?

-Where's your
license to kill, doctor?

-What are you saying?

-Found a very
interesting deposit

in one of your bank accounts.

A very large sum.

Traced it back to 3 banks,
and 4 shell corporations,

to Vincent lockwood.

-I don't know a
Vincent lockwood.

-Well, that's strange.

Especially considering
the fact that he's placed

dozens of calls to your
home and your office

over the last 8 months.

-Now that must be a mistake.

-He needed Martinez
dead, didn't he?

It was so convenient,
he had an allergy

that only a doctor
could exploit.

-That's crazy.

-I also know what
happened to the money

that Vincent lockwood gave you.

It was your freedom.

Working capital for your own er.

Remember these?

I told you I got them
out of jan's office?

-What do they prove?

-They prove that Martinez
wasn't having a heart attack at all,

but then again, you
knew that, didn't you?

That's why you
administered the Lidocaine.

After that you called in for
assistance, because you knew

that those people would
be focused in on only one

point at that time...
Pulling Martinez

up and out of the allergic
reaction that you caused.

-You're never
going to prove that.

-You will also made
sure that it was you

the paramedic spoke to when
he brought Martinez in that day.

That way it was your
word against his as

to whether or not he told you
about the old man's allergy.

-Why would I set
myself up for a lawsuit?

-Because even if you lost,
with lockwood's money

you'd still come out ahead.

-You're making this
up as you go along.

You can't time me to anything.

-Jan Bennett confronted
you, didn't she?

I know she probably
wanted to give

you the benefit of the doubt.

She pulled over that
night because she

saw someone she knew.

Well, we traced a
second set of tire

prints back to your car, rabb.

That someone was you.

You killed Martinez, jan
knew about it, so you killed her.

Dr. Rabb, please call 2344.

Dr. Rabb...

-Where do you
think you're going?

Friends.

Friends.

Thank you very much for
this honor and the recognition

it represents.

You know, when I first
came to Los Angeles,

I saw a city of
vast opportunity...

Uh... vast opportunity... a
city with a tremendous future.

A city with heart and soul.

Thank you very, very much.

Take care of hunter.

-Hold it.

-Take it up now!