All language subtitles for Diagnosis Murder s05e11 A Mime Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

Hold it, Esteban.

You shouldn't stand behind a car when
it's backing out. You could get hurt.

You sure you're feeling up to this?

I'm always up for a free dinner.

You know, you could have had a mild
concussion and make it be a little

I'm all right, Dad. It was just a little
bump on the head.

Didn't hurt half as much as losing
Esteban.

What was so important about a car thief,
anyway?

We think Esteban works for a supplier
who's funneling stolen car parts to a

national syndicate.

And I would have gotten him, too.

If it wasn't for that woman.

Where's Steve?

I should have arrested her for assault
with a deadly weapon.

Forget it. Aiding and abetting a
fugitive from justice. You know,

endangerment. Let it go.

And I would have to, you know.

I've been conscious. See, it's all over
now. You can't do anything further about

it. So just relax.

Have a nice dinner.

You're right, Dad. I'm sorry. This is my
time to unwind. Work is work. This is

my time off. Enjoy.

So, uh, what do you recommend?

The camel milk soup is a good starter in
here.

Would you like to order, sir?

Yes, we'd like to start with the camel
milk soup. Sure.

You. It's her.

Who?

Randy Wolfe. Oh, Dr.

Mark Sloan. This is my son, Steve. We've
met. I feel terrible about this. Please

let me make it up to you. Dinner is on
me. Yeah, I wish it was.

This is the woman I've been telling you
about. Really? You've been talking about

me? That's really sweet. I hope you
didn't build me up too much.

Don't worry about it.

Imagine you and I running into each
other like this again. It's amazing,

it? Yeah, especially since the swelling
just started to go down.

You must live around here.

Yes, right across the road.

Wow. If you ever go on vacation, give my
service a call.

I'm a house sitter.

I'll walk your dog.

I'm also a really good handyman if you
have any creaky doors, bleaky faucets.

Is there any job you don't do? Well, I'm
not a waitress anymore.

Yarnock just fired me.

Oh, you know, that's really our fault.
We ought to talk to him.

Oh, that's sweet of you, but don't
bother.

I was getting bored of the job anyway.

You've been doing it long?

Two days.

See you around.

That's a chilling thought.

dancing all night hey did you miss me oh
yes i've been clubbing all night yes

oh gotta dance gotta dance only way to
let go okay let me give you a pill all i

want to do is curl up in bed read a
little grisham and go to sleep should

take about two minutes happens every
time oh i tell you

Harry warned peace in a week, and it's
taken me four years to get through the

Pelican brief.

Who is it?

It's Randy!

The dog, Walter?

I haven't had a dog in years. He's dead.

Well, if he's not, he's 35 years old.

I'm not here about a dog. I'm here about
a mime.

Who is it?

I'm having a nightmare.

You have to come with me right away.

This is not about a dog. This is about
murder.

Who's been murdered? That's what I'm
trying to tell you. I went back to the

place that I'm house -sitting because I
had to give the dog his pill. You said

this wasn't about a dog. It's not about
a dog, but that doesn't mean there's not

a dog in it. I'm going to bed.

That's exactly what I said until I saw
him there.

Who, the dog?

No.

Only he was dead, so it was more like...
Well, maybe he was miming being dead.

Why would anybody do that? Why would
anybody do this?

He had a knife in his chest and there
was a poor blood all around his body.

All right, what's the address?

Where's the bedroom?

That way.

Uh,

has he any shots?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Where'd you say the mime was? On the
bed. You can't miss it.

I'm telling you, he was right there. A
knife in his chest.

No blood.

Nice and neat and clean.

You sure you saw a mime here?

What else could it have been?

Where were you when you saw the body?

I was just about to brush my teeth when
I saw his feet.

Well, maybe your eyes were playing
tricks on you. When was the last time

a dead mime in your bed?

Good point. I better go check my bed
right now.

Man, I'm tempted.

There's too many witnesses.

You know, Randy, one night I came home
from a really long shift. I was just

exhausted. I saw a rattlesnake beside my
bed.

It wasn't until after I beat it to death
with a shoe I realized what my bathroom

sang. Now, it can happen to anybody.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.

You going to be all right?

I don't vote. I never give to charity,
and I've got more magazines than I can

read.

What about companionship? Is there
someone sharing your bed?

Boy, you girls are getting pushy.

Still, I've always been a sucker for
home delivery.

I'm trying to figure out where we've met
before.

I think I'd remember.

You would. We haven't. So this is just a
random thing? I think it's a case of

mistaken identity.

Don't say that, baby. You're going to
break my heart. Where's the bedroom?

Don't you even want to know my name
first?

Hey, can't figure out what's a shrieking
ecstasy. Don't blame me.

There's nobody here.

No one, except you and me.

Where is he?

He.

He was in my bed last night. I know he
was in yours this morning.

Oh, look, I don't know what kind of sick
relationship you've got, babe, but I

don't swing with anybody's boyfriends.

Don't play coy with me, Hef.

There's a mime out there that's traded
his glass cage for a pine box. I want to

know why, and I want to know where he
is. And I want to know what nut hat you

escaped from.

1891, does that mean anything to you?

I understand it was a good year for
cognac. Is that what you've been

It's my address.

It's also where they delivered the mime.
You see, they thought it was your

house, but my nine was loose. Your nine
isn't all this loose. I'm calling the

cops.

Tell them to bring their cuffs because
this carnation connects you directly to

the dead mime.

No, that carnation connects me directly
with those other carnations.

And you want me to believe that you know
nothing about the mime?

I don't care what you believe. I just
want you out of my house.

You're in deep, pal.

And it's getting deeper all the time.

Hi.

You know, you gotta love California.

Skies, blue waters, and a lot of dead
people.

I'm not a specialist, but I assume
there's dead people pretty much wherever

go. Sure.

But some are indigenous to California.

Freeway snipings, carjackings,
liposuction's gone bad.

Yeah, but you can find those anywhere
these days.

The one that washed up on shore this
morning, that was a little weird.

How weird?

Bet this doesn't happen in Milwaukee.

Is this the dead mime you found in your
bed?

It's a long story.

It's hard to say. They all look the
same.

Okay, let's try a different approach.

Describe the mime that you saw.

Dead, with a big knife in his chest.

Well, this is probably the mime because
he died of a stab wound right in the

heart.

He was found in the water?

Yes, but I think... Which means you
can't backtrack time of death through

radiant body temperature.

And the lividity indicates
exsanguination from the entrance wound.

was probably dependent at the scene.

University of Galapagos Medical School,
class of 91.

Go Iguanas.

Amanda, would you translate for me?

Yes, he was killed someplace else and
then dumped in the water.

And based on his liver temperature, I'd
say he died in the last 12 hours.

I concur.

Thank you, Amanda.

Do you have any idea why someone would
dump a dead mime in your bed? It was an

accident. Are you saying you did this?

No. Why would you say that?

Because you're always having accidents.

I do not.

Then why do I have a lump on my head,
scalded legs, and a dog bite in my

Just because you're clumsy doesn't mean
everybody else is. Stop projecting.

I think the mime was killed in the house
by mistake. It was meant for somebody

else to find.

Who?

Come with me.

Amanda, would you call my dad? Having me
to set the... 1861 Beachway.

Why do you want him there?

With her, I never know what I might
need. Emergency medical attention.

What are you doing?

Knocking. You know, it's an old custom.
You've probably never heard of it.

You're giving him time to destroy the
evidence.

What evidence?

Okay, dirtbag.

We got the place surrounded.

Grab the sky and hit the floor.

What the hell?

You. That's right, pal. I'm your worst
nightmare.

Which gives you and me something in
common.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan, I want to tell
you right now, officer, whatever it

to put this woman behind bars, I'll do
it.

I'll press charges, testify, hell, I'll
even bribe a judge.

You really know how to make an
impression on a person.

Unfortunately, the young lady is not
under arrest.

She just broke into my house.

Not in time to keep you from flushing
the evidence.

If drinking too much coffee is a crime
that I admit, I flush the evidence and

you can arrest me. If it's not, I want
this woman arrested right now. Randy,

let's all try and stay calm, shall we,
Mr. Burnett?

I am calm.

And I'll remain calm when I call your
Internal Affairs Division and explain

Detective Steve Sloan stood by and
watched as a psychopath broke into my

and harassed me.

Mr. Burnett, I realize that Randy seems
a little over

-eager, but she suffered a terrible
trauma recently.

And who are you, her shrink?

Well, professional ethics will only
allow me to say that she is under a

care.

So she is a nutcase. I'm just trying to
bring her back to reality.

So this whole thing... Think of it as
therapy.

What do you want to know, detective?

Have you ever seen this man before?

You're kidding, right?

You've seen one mime, you've seen them
all.

What, you see so many dead mimes in your
bed you can't tell them apart?

I'm sorry if you've confused me with
someone else, but there's never been a

in my house that I know of, let alone in
my bedroom.

Is there anything else that I can do?
No, I think that will do. Thank you for

your time. Randy?

That mime was a warning.

They're coming for you next!

Did I, uh, help?

More than a year of electroshock.

Thank you so much.

How'd it go?

That was it?

That was the entire interrogation? I
left my rubber hose at home. That's

got one in my car.

Obviously, you do not understand the
danger that man is in.

What kind of danger?

Isn't it obvious?

Not on this planet.

What does the mob do when there is a
potential witness that they don't want

testify? They kill him. They leave a
dead pigeon.

They do?

What kind of cop are you?

Obviously, whatever Burnett is into is
big, big, big. So big that a pigeon was

not warning enough.

I have a headache.

So you think that someone who was afraid
Burnett would talk, so they killed the

mime and left it in his bed as a
warning. But they thought my bed was his

because my nine slipped into a six. It's
like an axe right in my skull.

Oh, so they moved the mime to his house.

And then he dumped the body in the
ocean.

What other explanation is there?

Well, there's an argument that'll
impress a judge.

We have no evidence to back up this
ludicrous charge, but what else could it

A mime is dead.

If we don't do something about it, his
blood is on our hands.

You mean grease paint?

Unbelievable.

Don't tell me you actually think she's
right.

How's your headache?

Better now.

She makes some sense.

Got any aspirin on you?

You know, it sounds far -fetched, I
know, but, you know, we didn't believe

had a mime in her room last night. Now
we do.

I think her theory is worth considering.

Fine. You consider it. I'm going to run
to Mime's fingerprints and then do a

background check on Chelsea and Benjamin
Drew, the couple that Randy's house is

sitting for.

Something very odd about those two.

What? Well, they hired Randy, for
starters.

And what kind of person names their dog
Thor?

Could I borrow that picture?

What for?

I want to see if I can make a mime talk.

Good luck.

Excuse me, may I talk to you for just a
moment?

I'm trying to find somebody who noticed
mine.

Go away.

I'm working with the police department
trying to solve his murder.

You're blocking the view, okay? I'm
awfully sorry. Actually, this will just

a minute.

Look, if you're going to stand there, at
least make yourself useful, huh? I'll

trade you.

What have I got here?

An elephant. An elephant?

Oh.

Have you ever seen him before?

Oh, yeah.

Mitch Hoppenhoff. He gets the ego on the
strand and calls himself the Shields

and Yarnell of the 90s.

Was he? Are you kidding?

He's not even the ampersand.

Well, where did he get such a big ego
then?

The women.

They all throw themselves at his feet.

Really? Yeah, well, he thinks it's him,
but everybody does.

No woman can resist a mime.

Really? Yeah.

Listen, when was the last time you saw
him? A couple days ago, in his car.

He was going to keep moving so the repo
men couldn't get to him.

Well, where does he live now, do you
know?

That was where he lived.

Oh. Listen, thanks for your help. Good
luck with the elephant.

Right.

Your mommy is so sorry.

Honey, it'll be okay.

The nice man will make you all better.

Be sure you take care of him.

Mrs.

Drew, what are you doing here? Saving my
dog's life.

The connection between Master and Beast
is very spiritual.

You were a thousand miles away in Aspen,
and yet you sensed Thor's suffering and

rushed back here.

No, I was in the kitchen. And I heard
Thor throwing up all over the bedroom.

And if I had the slightest bit of
sensitivity at all, I never would have

you in the first place. Don't be so hard
on yourself.

I'm not. Of course you are.

You're so full of guilt and remorse that
your subconscious is punishing you with

hives.

Is it?

Two chapters of my doctoral dissertation
were about exactly this phenomenon.

And what about the phenomenon of the
idiot who can't handle the simple task

giving a dog his medication?

That really wouldn't fit into my seat.
You were supposed to come here two times

a day to take care of the plants and
give Thor his pills.

Which I did. But in between those two
times, you were supposed to leave.

You never mentioned that part. I never
mentioned giving my dog an overdose of

medication, either. I figured some
things you were able to work out for

yourself. It's lucky for poor Thor I had
to come back early to meet with some

suppliers. The only reason I stayed here
was to give Thor some extra attention.

Which required moving all of your
possessions into my house?

He's very needy. Well, right now, he's
very sick.

And for that, I blame you.

If you'd like, I could take a look at
him. I know some veterinary medicine.

You have five minutes to gather up your
stuff and get out.

Your camel has a very nice hump.

Could you please direct me to the
nearest waterhole?

If you don't cover your face when you
ride, you sure

get a lot of fat in your nose.

Hey, Burnett.

We need to talk.

Yeah, why?

Leave

him

alone!

Disappear. In your next.

Fine with me.

You want to run as your last chance.

Okay.

Come on,

let's go!

You gonna tell me about the mine now?

Stay the hell away from me.

Forget this ever happened, or you'll be
very sorry.

Welcome home.

Either he's stupid or extremely
stubborn. Either way, he's going to get

killed. Who is? You'd think the dead
mime would have gotten through to him. I

mean, I got the message and it wasn't
even meant for me. So they were going to

kill him right there in the street.

Who? Why did they just do that in the
first place? Why kill him? It isn't

There's another dead mime? The only
reason he's alive is because I was

The mime's alive?

The mime is dead, Burnett is alive, and
I am nowhere.

What's going on? I haven't the slightest
idea. Why don't you just start from the

beginning? Mrs. Drew came back early
from Aspen. She found Thor OD'd and me

still house -sitting.

Poor lady worked herself up so much, she
broke out in hives.

Feeling a little itchy myself.

I'm really confused here. Weren't you
supposed to be house -sitting? Well, I

kind of threw that in for free. I was
supposed to come by at six and nine to

give Thor his pills, but I've had kind
of a roof -over -my -head problem

Imagine that.

All I did was give Thor some extra TLC.

And an extra pill or two?

Not on my watch. I take my job very
seriously.

Which one?

What does Sonny Burnett have to do with
all this?

I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I
decided to go stake out his place and

brush up on my Urdu. Ur -who?

Language they speak it in Pakistan, I
think. It comes in very handy if you use

taxis.

What happened at Burnett's? He was
attacked by three thugs, so I took him

You took him out?

I am basically a non -violent person,
but those goons from Fallon Exotic

didn't leave me any choice.

How did you know that they worked at
Fallon Exotic Motors?

They tried to beat me up and then sped
away in a car that had dealer plates and

a Fallon Exotic Motors sticker.

I don't know these guys, but I think I
understand them. Good, then you better

down there and make them talk because
Burnett is too terrified to open his

mouth. Isn't Duke Fallon that car dealer
on TV who shoots himself out of a

cannon? He owns car dealerships in seven
different states. I don't think he'd

kill a mime and leave him in someone's
bed.

Don't you understand?

Burnett has something on Fallon, and
that's why they want him to keep quiet.

I ran a check on Burnett. The man is so
clean, he's a natural disinfectant.

What about the Drews? Did they have any
connection with Fallon?

None. She's an interior decorator to the
Stars, and he's an architect.

He's still at their vacation home in
Aspen, and she goes back tomorrow.

Then we better go see Duke Fallon, shake
some trees, and see what falls out. Oh,

I don't think so.

Tomorrow's my day off, and I am sleeping
in.

But what about Fallon? What about the
thugs?

Randy, we can discuss all this tomorrow.
In the meantime, do you have a place to

stay? Yeah, sure.

Don't worry about that.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

What

a

glorious morning, huh?

It's morning already.

Santa Ana's have blown all the smog out
of the sky. It's crisp, it's clear, you

can see the mountains. I just want to
see my pillow.

But since my shift doesn't end for
another three hours, I settle for the

of a coffee cup.

You know, it's days like these that make
you want to go out and embrace the day.

Carpe diem.

Looking at dead people.

I don't see it that way.

You know, I get the satisfaction of
helping people. What do you get from

chopping up corpses into little bits?

The challenge of diagnosis without the
responsibility of treatment and eight

-hour days.

It's too late to change specialties.

It's you.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Intruding? No, I wouldn't say that.

Not exactly.

Okay, this is a doctor's lounge. It's
for doctors. I know, I know, but I

couldn't leave this stuff in my car. It
would be stolen in a second.

The coffee should be ready. It's a nice
Tahitian blend.

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Randy, you really can't stay here. I
know.

If he won't do anything, I'm just going
to have to go out and do it myself.

As the Maharaji Bob teaches, you are the
only one you can be. Without you, you

can't be you.

You know?

Yes, definitely.

Okay, let's break it up. This
conversation can continue at a later

you for the coffee.

Bye.

Suddenly I'm wide awake.

The lady is right.

I mean...

You don't see a lot of gremlins on the
road anymore. But I'll tell you why that

is. Because

collectors,

they're snapping them up to put on
display.

They don't want to drive such a precious
piece of automotive hit.

Excuse me one minute.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, I don't think this window works.

Let me see.

Hey, hey, what are you... Oops, my
mistake.

What are you, crazy?

Customer service is our religion, ma
'am.

I'm sure if there's any kind of a
problem, we can work something out.

I'm Duke Fallon. I'm ready to deal.

I got an offer for you, Duke, but he
wouldn't accept it.

Well, I'd eat a bug to make a sale.

Eat this.

Stop leaning on Sonny Burnett and I
won't shut you down.

Who are you?

Stevie Sloan, LAPD.

But you might know me better as the
woman who gave your goons an asphalt

massage.

Now, funny, she doesn't look like a
dozen armed ninjis, does she?

Anyway, I'm sure that Sonny got my
message. Think again.

Next time, send a greeting card instead.
Your message ended up in my bed first.

You slept with her?

Listen up, cowboy.

Burnett is under my personal protection
now. Anything happens to him happens to

you twice as hard.

Coming together now.

Amanda, you haven't seen my badge around
here, have you? You lost your badge?

I didn't say that. I've temporarily
misplaced it.

Well, my mistake. What makes you think
that you lost your badge here?

Well, the last time I used it was on a
hospital parking guy.

He's new. I didn't want to pay the five
bucks.

Looks like she made herself right at
home.

Would you prefer if she were at your
place?

Good point.

I'll be looking around the manor. I know
I must have left it in there somewhere.

Sure.

You know, Steve, don't you think you're
being a little hard on her? I mean,

obviously she's a little eccentric, but
not that bad.

Are you kidding?

That's from Connors, the FBI.

What the hell?

You don't know what we're doing here.
You don't know what we want. You're

surprised, outraged, and innocent. Now
that we're past all the boring

preliminaries, you can start talking.

What about?

About Sonny Burnett's stolen car parts
operation and the cop who does his dirty

work.

Now's the time to decide if you want to
be a federal witness or a federal

prisoner. I don't know what you're
talking about.

You and your accomplice conspired to let
car thief Enrico Esteban escape because

he's one of Sonny's best suppliers?

What accomplice? When Duke Fallon
pressured Burnett to stop selling parts

other dealers, who shows up to muffle
Fallon? She did.

That's just the skin on the chicken.

We got you fast frozen, shrink wrapped,
and ready to serve to the grand jury.

Where are the denials now, Beach Boy?

I take back what I said earlier.

Look, you've got this all wrong.

Yeah, Steve's simply trying to find the
mime killer. I questioned Burnett

because she thought he had the mime, but
he didn't.

Okay, and that's the best you can do?

My client isn't saying another word.

Oh, boy, now since when are you a
lawyer?

Since my gala graduation from the Deer
Park School of Law, September 1994.

Check this out now.

Yes, sir.

Look.

If you want to spend the next ten years
of your life in a bunk bed with a

stainless steel crapper for a
nightstand, then fine. Keep up the act.

But if you testify against Burnett, I
can shave the time in half. Let's go.

Think about it, Counselor.

Counselor?

This is not my fault.

You stole my badge.

Only because you weren't going to do
anything about Duke Fallon. It's a

offense. Well, someone had to shake up
Fallon or we'd have never found out

anything. There had to be a better way,
Randy. The important thing is that I

have seriously rattled Fallon. Me too.

Thanks to you, my career's at stake.

Don't worry.

Careers are easy to come by.

That's it.

You're under arrest.

Randy has a point, Steve. At least we
know what's going on.

Thank you. But what you did was
inexcusable. You've gotten Steve

nationwide car -thieving conspiracy.

I just wanted to find out who killed
that poor mime. Well, nobody doubts your

intentions. I do.

Just your methods.

So now what are we going to do?

I think the only way we're going to
crack this ring is to do it ourselves.

Sonny Burnett?

Who's asking?

Ames are for toe tags. I got your merch.

My what?

Merchandise. Come on.

Esteban told me you wanted only high
-end merchandise straight off the

floor, so I got a Saab back there and a
Mercedes.

Some assembly required.

This about knows never to come to my
house.

It's my fault. I needed some fast cash.
I haven't paid my alimony checks for a

while, and the judge is threatening to
repo my vet.

This is nice merch.

I'm always looking for guys with
initiative.

You really want to make some money?

Who doesn't?

Is this truck yours?

Well, let's just say I borrowed it
indefinitely.

Come on.

Good thing I watched a lot of Miami
Vice.

Let's go.

Sorry I'm late. I was cutting in some
new spots for my Arizona dealership.

I'm getting too old to crawl into that
damn cannon.

It's tough being a celebrity.

I have. Now, we have so many trade -ins
that even I am in the garage, setting

back odometers, switching out good parts
for bad parts.

Success has its price.

And I have mine.

Oh, I know.

A stiff one, too.

Well, I didn't think you were worth that
until I found out you had cops on your

payroll. That's a top -drawer operation.

I respect that.

You ready to deal?

I'll wait.

You won't be needing to go to the ATM
for a while.

He won't be needing cash where he's
going.

Neither will you.

You're under arrest.

You're making a big mistake.

Those stolen car parts you bought from
him were marked.

That transaction and this one are on
tape.

I think he's talking about the man you
didn't see.

See, by the time you shoot me or
Burnett, she is already dead.

You ought to put that gun down.

Was this your idea of a big boo?

Not even close.

You're under arrest, Duke.

Jack Crocker, LAPD.

Congratulations, Sloan.

You just ruined three years of
undercover police work.

Do you have any idea what I had to do
just to establish... I thought you said

you watched a lot of Miami Bikes. There
you go again, blaming somebody else for

your mistakes.

Real work? It took me two years to get
the thieves to trust me and another year

to make contact with those car dealers.

Who killed the mime? We have been
investigating Fallon for months as part

nationwide probe into interstate
trafficking of stolen goods. Now

dollars and hundreds of man hours thrown
away because of your rogue operation.

Who killed the mime?

Fallon was just the first I was going to
bring down, but thanks to your

incompetence, three years of my life
have been wasted. Who killed the mime?

What mime?

What mime? The one you killed and meant
to put in my bed.

Only you got the addresses mixed up and
you stuck it in Randy Wolf's instead.

I can't believe it. We're right back
where we started.

With one dead mime and no answers.

Well, you did uncover a stolen car parts
ring. And you brought a criminal to

justice. I don't think the LAPD and the
FBI see it that way.

Oh? I was kind of counting on them for a
recommendation.

For what?

A job!

It's not like I can have people call
Mrs. Drew. I nearly killed her dog and

her break out in hives.

Can I see you tomorrow?

Sure.

Bye. Bye.

Did you see any other injuries besides
the stab wound that killed him?

No.

Have you got the clothes?

Yeah, they're over here.

I don't see any rips or tears in the
clothing. Did you see any?

Mm -mm.

What's the matter, Dad? You miss
something?

No. No, nothing at all.

Then why are you smiling like that?

Tomorrow I'd like to go by Mrs. Drew's
and have another look around. I think

secret of this whole murder has been
right in front of us all along.

What?

Excuse me.

I'm going home. I'm going to bed.

Without even giving us a hint?

Good night, Randy.

Good night.

Don't worry about it. He does that all
the time. I think he takes perverse

pleasure in keeping me completely lost.

I can understand that.

You can?

When you're totally flustered,
frustrated, and aggravated, something

happens.

You become very cute.

Dr. Mark Sloan.

Just a minute. Sorry.

That's enough.

Come here.

What does it take?

It takes a few visits before he accepts
you as friendly.

In the meantime, I better watch my
ankle.

Listen, thank you so much for seeing me
on such short notice. Oh, glad to help.

Anyway, I can't.

Why do you need to take another look
around?

Well, to tell you the truth, the first
time around, we didn't take Randy on

that. Seriously.

All I asked her to do was give Thor his
pills. What does she do? She moves in,

gives Thor an overdose, and gets us
involved in a murder.

Next time, it is club doggy for you.

Go on, honey.

I'm getting you back.

Oh, he's such a good boy.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Were you missing a set of sheets or any
cutlery?

No.

Don't tell me she's a thief, too.

No, I was just asking the obvious
question. Somebody had to have hidden

bloody sheets. And the murder weapon had
to come from somewhere.

You notice anything unusual in the
house?

Besides Randy's stuff strewn over
everywhere?

Nothing at all.

Randy does like to make herself at home,
all right.

And it could have killed me. She left
her shampoo in the shower. If I'd used

we'd be seeing each other today in your
hospital.

So that's why you use all those
hypoallergenic products.

I have very sensitive skin.

That's why your hand's itching right
now.

Must be the dog hair.

If you were allergic to dog's hair, you
wouldn't have picked them up. As a

matter of fact, you wouldn't even own a
dog.

Now, this is contact dermatitis from
shaking my hand.

I had it covered with grease paint.

But I don't see anything on your hand.
Well, I removed the collar, but other

than that, it's the same makeup that all
performers use.

Your hand's itching because of the
grease paint, the same way it did the

killed the mime.

I knew I wasn't that hard to get along
with.

Don't blame Thor for not warning you
when we came in. He knows me.

He knew the mime, too.

That's why there were no tears in his
trousers and no wounds on his ankle.

Well, you said it yourself.

It takes a few visits for Thor to relax.

Which is why he didn't go nuts around a
dead body, either.

But you were in the house that night,
weren't you?

You thought Randy showed up at nine and
six. You didn't expect her to walk in on

you that early in the morning.

So you hid.

And when she was gone, you ditched the
body.

For a few weeks, we had a fling.

I thought it was over.

Then he called me in Aspen and said he
was in deep money trouble.

If I didn't help him get out of it right
away, he'd tell my husband about us.

How did you know?

After you hid the bloody sheets, you
made the bed.

Perfectly. The way you thought it was
before.

The way it is right now.

But what you didn't know was that Randy
was living here.

And she's the one that messed up the
bed, not your mime friend.

So who OD'd Thor?

You did, accidentally.

When you came home from Aspen, you gave
the dog his medicine out of habit.

You not knowing that, when you came in,
you gave him an extra dose.

If you're so allergic to makeup, why get
involved with a mime?

I'm a sucker for the strong, silent
type.

Oh, it's you.

Don't panic. I'm just here to say
goodbye.

I'm sure the doctors will be happy to
get their lounge back.

Admit it.

You're going to miss me.

Oh, but I'll always have the scars to
remember you by. You got some mail at

hospital. Oh, I've been waiting for
this.

What is it?

It's my applied engineering degree.

The University of Antigua?

Must be a nice campus.

This is going to come in handy where I'm
going.

Where's that?

I know.

And that's exactly the way I like it.

Well, thanks for everything.

Goodbye.

She's something, isn't she?

That she is.