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You take good care of her, Gus.

New paint job, Doc? Yeah.

It was either that or a trip around the
world, so... Now, if she only ran,

right? I tell you, these old cars are
just like a mystery. Yeah. Very big.

Is that a scratch?

Good morning, Gus.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Thanks for picking me up, Steve.

How else am I going to keep an eye on my
inheritance?

Is that a new paint job?

Yeah, they're beautiful.

Yeah, looks expensive.

Well, I'll call you as soon as I get a
chance to look under the hood, Doc.

thanks, Gus. All right, see you.

You know, Dad, you really ought to
consider buying yourself an old

reliable American car. Well, I would,
but how would I spend your inheritance?

Got a ding here.

He's back.

I'm not here.

Dave! Glad I caught you.

Dr. Sloan, what a pleasant surprise.

Car in the shop again?

Oh, judo.

Wild guess.

Let's see.

Subcompact, daily rate, unlimited miles,
no insurance.

Will there be anything else today?

Uh, yeah. Do you have anything in red?

Yeah.

Ding right there.

That's dirt. No, that's a ding. Mark it
down.

Are you sure you don't want the extra
insurance, doctor? It's only $5 .75 a

No, no, thank you, David. I don't need
it.

Very meticulous driver.

So you've said.

Car in the shop again.

Then you won't be needing this.

The guy who's been stealing cars from
the lot. Yeah.

He's back again. Oh, listen to that.

Poke your eye out.

What's going on in there? Honey, the
people are upset.

Okay, here they are.

That's the man I wanted to see. You have
to do something about this Mr. Johnson.

Who? He and his entourage have
commandeered this hospital. We are under

That's right.

John. I can't handle this. Excuse me,
Mark. If you don't do something about

those oversex poses out there, I'm going
to have to take matters into my own

hands. Hold on just a minute. Will
somebody tell me what's going on?

Mr. Johnson.

Who's Mr. Johnson?

My godfather.

Your what?

I'm very Catholic.

Mm -hmm.

Must I talk to you for a minute? Sure.

Excuse us, ladies.

You ain't telling me what's going on,
Dr. Stewart.

I need a favor.

I'm listening.

My godfather is suffering from aortic
aneurysm.

I did the initial workup, but I'd like
your opinion.

No problem.

I think he needs surgery.

I want you to do it.

Oh, Jack, there's any number of
qualified surgeons in the hospital who

handle their procedure.

Mark, he was my father's closest friend.

I want him to have the best.

Okay.

Thank you.

Okay, we're all set.

Dr. Sloan agreed to do the surgery.

That's the good news you're gonna bring
me.

He's the best, Al.

You couldn't be in better hands, believe
me. I told you I ain't having no

surgery. Pop, Jack says you need the
surgery. What is this?

You two punks look like you're waiting
around the dance of my grave.

Look, Al.

I've known you my whole life.

You were the toughest guy I ever met.

And what happens in that operating room,
it's not going to change that.

It's okay to be scared.

I would be.

I ain't afraid.

Let me help you. I want to help you.

Come with me.

You always did have a way of getting me
to do things I didn't want to do.

I'll be there every step of the way.

It's gonna be okay, I promise.

Okay, Jackie, okay.

I'll get out of here. I gotta take a
nap.

So,

uh, who is this guy? He's Dr.

Sloan. I told you, he's a friend.

Your father's in good hands.

Not what I'm asking.

What are you asking?

A simple question. Who is he?

Can he be trusted? That's all.

Dan, you haven't changed a bit.

You gave my father your word.

You know what that means, don't you?

Vinnie, I work here.

Don't make me go nuts.

Let go.

Gus can't be the point. They just had
him replaced.

No. Plugs, too? Dad.

Electrical system? What do you mean?

Well, that's the... How much?

Okay.

No, I'll be here. Let me know.

I may have to replace the whole
electrical system.

Dad, look. I know it. I should have
gotten rid of that Albatross years ago,

but... Dad, I'm not here about your car.
I'm here about one of your patients.

Oh. Albert Bartel.

Bartel? That doesn't ring a bell.

A .K .A. Alfredo Bartolo.

A .K .A. Al the Bomber Bartels.

A .K .A. Mr. Johnson.

Oh, do you mean Jack's godfather? Well,
he's not only Jack's godfather, he's

everybody's godfather. As in organized
crime.

Mr. Johnson, is it Don?

Uh -huh, exactly.

And he's also the subject of a murder
investigation.

Well, you want to say anything to him
before he goes under? I want to operate

him right now. They're ready for you in
surgery, Dr. Sloan. Dad, why are you

performing this surgery?

Jack asked me to.

Are you sure you want to get involved
with these people? You know how they

You do them a favor and they never
forgive you.

See, if I'm a doctor, I'm not a hitman.

Hold it. Take your hand off. I got to
patch it down.

How'd it go?

Like I said it would. No problem at all.

When can I see him?

In a couple hours.

He's in recovery.

I'm calling security on those girls.

They are on the foot and they are
frightening. They are frightening

around here.

Let me see what I can do.

I'll be right behind you.

Gentlemen, I'm going to have to ask your
associates to use the waiting room like

everyone else.

Nice try, Doc.

This is the hospital, Mr. Bartell. Your
father is perfectly safe here.

Or if you prefer, I can call the police
and escort you downstairs.

Come on.

Thank you.

Well, I resolved that problem, didn't I?

Yeah, where's Mr. Johnson?

Recovery room, bed three.

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

Ms. White? I'm, uh, I just came in to
empty the trash.

What happened to those men outside my
godfather's room?

I pulled him off. On whose authority?

Back off, Jack. No, I want those men
back outside the door now.

Oh, yeah? On whose authority? Look,
Steve.

Dr.

Stone, Dr. Stone, they need you in
recovery right now.

Go on.

He's crashing.

Vital signs.

Increased oxygen 100%. IV wide open.

Yes, doctor.

We've got to get him to O .R. He's got
ventricular fibrillation.

Get the D -fib. One epidrenaline, IV
push.

One.

Okay.

Clear.

Clear.

Check pulses.

No pulses, no respiration. 100
milligrams of lidocaine, IV push.

Just shock him again. Just shock him
again.

Get it in there.

Come on.

Come here.

Come on, Al.

Dammit. Come on.

No.

Come on, Al.

Come on. Jack.

Jack's no use. He's gone.

Bartell! That's enough.

Take it easy.

You said this was a routine surgery.

You said he was the best man for the
job.

Mr. Bartell, your father came through
the surgery just fine.

His condition was stable less than five
minutes before he died.

So what are you saying?

Somebody whacked him?

Well, I'm not jumping to any conclusions
until I've seen the autopsy report.

Your father had a lot of enemies,
Bartell. Let's just leave it at that,

Yeah. And some of them were in this
room.

I mean, look at this.

A do -gooder doctor operating on a
reputed don?

You don't get opportunities like this
every day, do you, Doc?

You're wrong, Vinnie.

Am I?

You know what I think, Doc?

I think maybe you botched the surgery on
purpose.

Young man, I'm a doctor.

Your father was my patient.

Whether or not I approved of what he did
for a living had no bearing in this

room. You understand?

All right, take off, Bartell.

We'll let you know how the autopsy turns
out.

Yeah, okay, I'm going.

Let me tell you something.

A friend of my father's, when I was back
riding in Central Park one day, horse

got spooked, threw him, broke his neck.

He died instantly.

Next day, the men who worked for my
father's friend went to the stables and

killed that horse.

You understand?

Call her from Story.

Did it mean what I think it means?

It means somebody's going to pay for
what happened here.

I got a bad feeling that's you, Dad.

Well, in that case, we better find out
what happened before Benny comes back

here with a saddle.

Watch Commander?

Your name?

All right, you'll do.

You see, a patient using the name
Johnson died a little time ago.

When you're through being amused, I will
tell you why I am calling you about

this.

Johnson's real name was Alfred Bartel,
alias Alfredo Bartolo.

Oh, you're paying attention. That's
good.

He died after an operation, and from
everything I've heard and read about his

people, they're very vengeful, one of
their own bites the dust, as it were.

So, therefore, I am asking, requesting
for some protection for my hospital and

the staff who operated on him.

No, no, no. There were no threats made.
Well, not overtly. The threat is

implied. It's implicit.

Are you telling me you're refusing to
provide protection for my hospital and

staff?

What are you talking about? Your hands
are tied.

This is your job.

Well, as we say in the hospital biz,
break a leg.

Oh, fancy meeting you here.

Nice camera, Wheeler.

Who taught you how to use it?

Want your picture taken?

Want to end up on the FBI's 10 Most
Wanted list?

No thanks, Wheeler.

Then move it. Some of us have work to
do.

You can put your lens cap back on.

You've taken your last shot of Albert
Bartel.

He's dead.

Nice try.

Would I lie to you?

You're not, are you?

How'd he go?

Died in a recovery room.

Damn it! That son of a... Can you
believe that?

Actually, I wasn't that unhappy to see
him go.

But not like this.

Too easy.

Did he suffer, I hope?

Apparently not enough.

Alfred Bartell deserved to rot in jail,
Sloane. Then he deserved to die.

Slowly, horribly.

Tied to a little chair with a big fuse
box.

Oh, you do get testy when you miss a
photo op.

Carry on, Wheeler.

Then, and only then, would you be
allowed to make a request to the

director.

Now shove off.

I don't want to see those bloodshot eyes
again.

Next.

Well, I... I suppose you're here to
waste my time as well.

Mrs. Groviak, right? I only go by
Elizabeth Taylor when I'm on TV.

Elizabeth Taylor, that's funny.

What do you need, doctor? Help. And I
was told you're the person I should come

see. I'm touched.

I have a couple of indigent patients who
could use a job, and I'd like to

sponsor them here in the hospital.

You're kidding.

I know it's a rather unconventional
request.

Unconventional? It's unheard of.

I take it you've never heard of doctors
going out of their way for their

patients.

This would be a first.

Well, it may surprise you, Mrs. Grover,
but some of us are actually human.

A human doctor.

Well, that would be a surprise.

Yes.

Oh, will you excuse me? I need to use
your phone for a second. Oh, sure, go

ahead.

Um, you know, Mrs. Grover, these are
going to be some delicate test results.

need a little privacy.

Well, you can take it in there. She's
out to lunch.

I'll get your job back together for you.
Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

Thank you, Delores.

You are punctual as you are beautiful.

All right. Talk to you later.

Oh, you know the old saying, what goes
up must come down.

Now, the trick is to be there when it
goes up.

That's right.

Okay, I'll be up in a little while.

All right,

the pace and temperature's going up and
down, up and down like a yo -yo.

Mrs. Groviak, thank you. What they say
about you is a lie.

You forgot your job back.

Chocolate milk and toast?

Mm -hmm. It's a delicacy in Indiana.

So, you were saying?

I was saying that the FBI has an
attitude problem.

You mean we're good at what we do?

I mean that we work together and you
expect information from us, but when's

last time you ever heard of an FBI agent
sharing information?

You know what I think?

What? I think you're jealous.

I am not jealous.

I struck a nerve, didn't I?

What? Eat your toast.

Oh, no.

Not that little boy pout.

What?

All right, okay. What do you want to
know?

Who stood the most to gain from killing
Bartels? No comment.

See, there you go.

I ask a question and you clam up. I gave
you an answer. It's not my fault if you

don't like it.

Listen, Wheeler, if I don't find out who
killed Bartell, his kid's coming after

my father.

If you have anything that can help me
get him off the hook, I would appreciate

it.

Okay.

I can give you the names of a couple of
politicians, right? And there's always

the rival Dons.

I happen to know a few basketball
players, too, who have a good reason

want to see Bartell dead.

But if I were you...

I'd look real close at his son.

Vinny? Yeah, he's been chomping at the
bit to take over the family business,

the old man refused to retire.

They didn't exactly see eye to eye.

Now, Vinny knew he could never survive a
power play, but his father dying in the

hospital after surgery?

That's mana from heaven.

What? What's the matter?

I don't know. What kind of son could
kill his own father?

You know, Sloan, for a homicide dick,
you lead a very sheltered life.

Well, now, ain't you a long way from
home.

Excuse me, ma 'am. I'm looking for Mrs.
White.

What can I do you for?

I'm sorry. I'm looking for Mrs.

Agnes White that works at Community
General Hospital.

That's me, sugar.

What happened?

I went the louder you something?

Doctor, you see, the problem is we don't
have anyone who speaks Swahili.

I can give you Vietnamese, Spanish,
Japanese.

I might even have a Lilliputian.

Well, you know, Lilliputian, Gulliver's
Travels.

No, it's a joke, Doctor.

Norman Briggs is on three and callback.

And he's combining Gus on four.

Doctor, someone has just stepped into my
office. Could I call you back?

Just see you soon.

Gus, old buddy, what's the diagnosis?

Well, nobody, as in nobody makes the
parts anymore, right?

Oh, custom.

Sounds expensive.

Mr. Johnson's autopsy report.

Hold on a minute, Gus.

Well? You have bad news and worse news.

You mean the bad?

Well, you were right. Mr. Johnson was
murdered.

What could be worse?

Looks like you did it.

It isn't possible I could have done
that.

Mark, I know you've done this surgery a
hundred times. I know you can do it in

your sleep, and there must be an
explanation.

Well, we've lost the patient.

Jack's lost the godfather, and I'll
probably lose my license.

Listen, how about if I keep this autopsy
report under wraps for a while?

Oh, good idea.

All right.

All right.

Anything new?

Well, we just got the coroner's report,
and it says that Alfred Bartell died

from internal hemorrhaging.

Natural causes. That's good news, right?

Oh, no.

No. It looks as though Mark used
dissolvable sutures instead of non

ones to stitch the patch to Bartell's
artery.

Patch blue, Bartell bled to death.

You wouldn't make a mistake like that.
Someone must have switched the sutures.

Not only switched, doctored.

Doctored? How?

Well, the dissolvable ones are white,
the non -dissolvable ones are black.

impossible to mix them up.

So all we have to do is find out who had
access to the sutures.

And someone who has a lot of medical
knowledge to know using the wrong ones

would be lethal.

Shouldn't be too tough.

Steve, there are a hundred people on
this floor alone and no.

No.

I think the cleaning lady did it.

What cleaning lady?

Mrs. White.

Or somebody pretending to be Mrs. White.

I caught her standing over Al's bed just
before he died.

I thought it looked suspicious, so I
went through personnel and I checked her

out.

It turns out that the woman that was
standing over his bed was not the real

White.

That is great. Where do we find her?

Oh, we'll find her.

And when we do, I got a feeling she's
gonna lead us right to Vinnie Bartell.

No way, Steve.

Jack, I've talked with the FBI.

Vinnie was trying to take over the
family business for years.

I know, Steve, but you have to
understand something.

Vinnie might not be the nicest guy you
ever met.

He may even be a killer, but the family
is sacred.

Jack, he had access, he had motive.

He didn't do it, all right?

He's taking this hard, isn't he? Well,
he feels responsible, Steve.

Well, he shouldn't.

Well, but he does.

Well, if you need me, I'll be back at
the precinct. All right.

Yeah.

So, where does that leave us?

Well, I think you and I have a little
legwork to do.

So I'll see you tomorrow or the day
after that. Bye. Bye.

We keep the key to the surgical carts on
a hook back here.

Oh, so technically speaking, anybody
would have access.

Anyone and everyone.

Surgical unit. Mark, anyone could have
switched those sutures.

Wait a minute.

Steve's a FBI lady.

What about her? She's been out there for
the last few days taking photographs of

everything that moves.

Do you think maybe we have her killer on
film?

It's worth a shot. Look, make up a list
of everybody in the surgical unit who

might have seen the killer. Okay. See
you back in the office. All right, good.

It's okay, I'm a doctor.

I've seen this before.

Look, the less I find out about this
cleaning lady, the more convinced I am

she's the killer.

All right, I'm at a dead end.

Yeah.

Okay, tell him to hold. I'll be right
with him.

Thank you.

All right, Jack, I'll run the print for
you.

Really?

What makes you think this cleaning lady
is going to turn up in the computer?

Because I think she's a professional.

Maybe even hired by another family.

And if you're wrong?

You mean if you're right?

Yeah, okay, if I'm right.

Vinnie's not going anywhere.

Thanks, Steve.

Hey, Dad, what's up?

I don't know if I should feel flattered,
taken advantage of, or insulted.

Well, I could always get a court order.
I just thought that, uh... What, that we

were beyond that?

Aren't we?

You've got some nerve, Sloan.

Excuse me?

I don't want to get in the middle of
anything here. I just thought that...

What did you think, that a federal agent
would turn over highly confidential

evidence because you have a hunch that
Bartell's murder might be on the film?

Stick to medicine, Doctor.

Watch it, Wheeler.

I've seen him, but believe me, you don't
want to see it.

Dignified man like this, with his knees,
not a pretty sight.

I don't believe I'm doing this.

All right, I want them back as soon as
you're done.

I never saw them.

Mark, someone just ransacked my office.

What? He just barged in here saying if I
knew what was good for me, I wouldn't

call security.

I didn't know what to do. Dolores, it's
all right. You did the right thing.

Stay here.

Dolores, call Dr. Stewart and get
security up here right away.

You're in trouble, Mr. Sloan. That's Dr.

Sloan.

Not for long.

You got malpractice insurance, Doc?

I hope so.

Because I'm going to take you for
everything you're worth.

And then you know what I'm going to do
to you?

If you were smart, you'd get your
affairs in order.

So far.

Mess with me and you deal with me. Yeah,
yeah. What happened?

Vinnie Bartell got his hands on the
autopsy report and just threatened Mark.

If anything happens to Dr. Strong, if he
catches a cold, if he gets a hangnail,

if he gets a rug burn, if he nicks
himself shaving, I'm coming after you.

hear me, Vinnie?

You gotta leave, Jack.

Wait out!

Hey, Doc.

Thanks.

For what?

My hiccups are gone.

What are you here for?

I just had a little talk with Vinnie. My
car!

That man, that man's stealing my car!

Hey!

Hey, you can't steal that car! That's a
rental!

Ow!

Glad that kid wasn't in that car.

I just came over the radio, Dad. You all
right?

Well, as long as I don't have to do any
surgery.

At least we don't have to waste a lot of
time trying to figure out who did it.

Steve, just stop and think about it for
a minute.

Think about what? Bartell planting a
bomb in my dad's car? Yeah, but why'd he

it? Because he wanted to kill me? No,
for revenge.

Mark, if Vinnie killed his father, do
you think he'd be coming after you?

Oh, come on, Jack. Well, wait a minute,
Steve. I think Jack's right.

I know I am.

Let's just put a pin in Vinnie Bartell
for a minute.

Right now, I'm putting you in protective
custody.

We've been going to sit in the jail cell
for God knows how long now.

I got a better idea.

Just? Just, look, Mark, just ride around
for a little while.

You'll get to stay on the other half
list. Jack, I got a lot of paperwork to

I'll take care of it. I've got patients
waiting in the office. I'll take care of

them, too. I'll take care of everything.
Dad, it's either that or a cold gray

cell.

I hate to be out on the loop like this.
I know.

I'll talk to you later.

All right.

Where are you going?

Find Vinnie Bartell. Oh, Steve, you
can't do that.

He tried to kill my father, Jack. Look,
Steve, if you so much as wrinkle Vinny's

suit, his lawyers are going to bring you
up on charges.

That's not going to protect your father
or find the killer.

All right.

You're right.

For now, we'll just try and locate
Vinny.

In the meantime, I'm going to check out
that cleaning lady of yours. All right.

I'm going to locate Vinny.

Last time I called, I was practically
laughed off the line by some watch

commander.

Well, it's not funny on either side now,
and I am demanding you give my hospital

and my staff protection.

Two officers patrolling the parking lot?

That's good.

Patrol car sweeping through the area
every 20 minutes.

That's fine.

And I want to thank you, Mr.
Commissioner, for your swift action in

Believe me, sir.

It won't go unnoticed when I speak to
the press.

Long, big time.

You remember.

It's a delicacy in Indiana.

Okay. The cleaning lady's prints were
classified.

Were you able to get a name?

Well, I had to call in a couple of
favors.

Hannah Kruger.

She's part of the witness relocation
program.

Next you're going to tell me she's got
something to do with the Bartels.

Not her, her husband. He was helping
them launder their money. He came to us,

agreed to testify, but only if his
family was protected.

What happened?

One day he got in his car and was blown
all over the greater Phoenix area.

Courtesy of Al the bomber Bartell.

We couldn't pin it on him, but it had
his smell all over it.

I'm going to have to arrest her.

Here's your current address.

Wheeler, you are good.

By the way, this toast doesn't even
begin to make us even.

I'll get back to you on that.

What you got there, Doc? Family photos?

What?

I said, what do you got, family photos?

No, this is just... Wait a minute.

Family, that's right, that's it.

Because you're a genius.

Hey, that's why I'm a tow truck driver.

Dr. Sloan. Hi, there.

What is that?

That is a, uh...

Red, 19... What is it? Look at that.

Sir, look at this.

Thank you.

Top of the line, Reynolds. David
speaking.

How may I help you?

One moment, please.

We're expecting a call from someone
named Irv.

Irv, yes. Thank you.

Irv, Dr. Sloan.

Listen, my car insurance... Does that
cover rentals?

Oh, good.

Uh, no.

Not exactly a fender bender.

Describe it.

Blown up.

Please, don't move.

Get your hands where I can see them.

You're under arrest for the murder of
Alfred Bartell. I didn't do it.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you. I don't care. I didn't kill

him.

I planned to. I went to the hospital to
where the doctor called me before I

could.

If you're innocent, why are you in such
a rush to get out of here?

Because someone's trying to find me.
It's not safe here anymore.

You believe me, don't you?

That's not up to me.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Surprise, surprise.

They got your gun, Bruno.

Did you

honestly think that you could clip my
father?

That was for Mark, you... Nice timing,
Jack.

Sit on him till I get a hand on him,
will you? My pleasure.

Nice try, Hannah.

Out of the truck.

Still got to take you in.

What for?

You've got a lot of questions to answer.

Where was I? Did I get to the part about
the lawyer?

No. All right. You have the right to an
attorney.

If not afford one, one will be provided
for you free of charge before any

questioning if you're aware.

Hey!

You got the Jag back, huh? Yeah. I was
at Gus's when you called me.

Is she beautiful or what?

Absolutely. How's it running?

Like a dream.

You look like you need to use a paint
job.

A couple of days off. I'm okay.

You know, it's funny, Mark. You get to a
point in your life when you think the

past is behind you, you know, and then
one day you wake up and it's right in

front of you again.

Thanks for being there. No problem.

I have a question.

How do you think Vinnie knew where to
find the cleaning lady?

Well, he, um...

You must think I'm stupid.

I'm going down the road, Jackie boy.

Nothing I tell you is going to change
that.

But it might change how long you're
gone.

What are you saying?

What's he saying?

Saying if you cooperate, we're putting a
good word with the DA.

Look, Vinnie, nobody's asking you to
write any of the guys out, okay?

Just tell us what time you got to the
hospital the day your old man had

That's all?

That's all.

11 .30 thereabouts.

Who else was with you?

Nobody, just Dino, a couple of guys.

Vinnie, one more thing.

How did you know where to find the
cleaning lady?

It is becoming a regular inquisition
here, Jack.

What can I tell you? We're doctors.

We were born with questions in our
mouths.

That was absolutely delicious, Sloan.
Thank you. Well, we have a lot to

celebrate.

Bartell's dead.

His heir apparent is going away for a
long time.

And we've demonstrated that local law
enforcement and the FBI can work hand in

hand.

Aha, I get it. You're going to build a
department for this dinner.

Definitely.

But dessert is on me. I know this nice
little place on the beach that serves a

mean piece of toast.

Well, listen, I have an early morning
tomorrow.

However, I do have a really nice bottle
of port.

going to waste at home maybe we could
squeeze a couple glasses out of it

I'll follow you

Yellow, I'm sorry son not as much as I
am

Dr. Sloan, how did you get my car phone
number?

Well, that's the interesting thing. You
know, it seemed as someone called Vinnie

Bartell and told him the whereabouts of
one Hannah Kruger.

Also known as the cleaning lady.

Suspected of murdering his father.

Problem is, aside from me, only one
person knew where she was.

Surely you're not accusing me of making
that call.

Well, I wouldn't have believed it myself
except for a little thing.

call a callback function that Vinnie
Bartell had on his phone.

You know, it's amazing. You push a
button and it gives you the number of

call last received.

Say something, Sloan.

Show the picture, Dad.

Or maybe we should say the no
photographs of Vinnie Bartell and the

showing up for the Don surgery.

There's quite a... in the sequence of
photographs you took.

Just about enough time for you to sneak
inside and switch the sutures.

Assuming I knew that the switch would
kill Bartell.

You know.

We checked your background.

You went to medical school before being
recruited by the FBI.

When did it become personal?

Sam Kruger wasn't the only one that was
killed that morning when the car

exploded.

My partner was with me.

He lived just long enough for me to
promise him that I would make the

pay, one way or another.

Your revenge almost cost my father his
life.

I'm sorry, Steve.

I'm sorry.

Well, at least one of us is going home
with something.

Yeah, looks great, Dad.

Doesn't it, though?

Talk to you later.

Oh, no, here we go again.

Nothing like a good old -fashioned
American car.