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So I can put you down for two tables?
That's $25 ,000 each?

Wonderful. The Children's Charity Fund
thanks you, and so do I.

Great. We'll see you then. Bye -bye.

This just came special delivery for you,
Mrs. Winslow.

Thanks, Mary. Sure.

Susan. Talk fast, Charlie. I'm on the
radio in three minutes. Okay, Midtown

Kiwanis speech, one o 'clock.

Documentary film come here at three, and
your opponent is still challenging you

to debate. That can't happen. He's good.
Do we have anything on him? Not yet.

Still digging.

Well, take part in it.

It's got to be there.

Something wrong?

No, not at all.

It's a question, Professor Jeffries.
Would a woman's repressed sexual

affect her ability to love?

Hmm.

Well, no.

Firstly, Bobby, you must understand that
memory involves far more than mere

cognitive function.

The brain is a very complex organ.

I think you must... Another show like
that in America won't need sleeping

Oprah didn't get where she is with
talking heads, and neither can we.

Larry, drugs, rock and roll.

Bad news?

Oh, somebody looking for a job.

Go find me something sensational.
Something nobody's ever seen before.

Okay.

Everything all right at home?

Everything's fine.

I've been invited to a sort of reunion
for my roommates from college.

Sounds like fun.

Do you keep in touch?

No, not really. We've been too busy.

Dr. Bentley, who are you? I'm fine, Mr.
Briggs, and you?

Splendid. Splendid.

Dr. Bentley, can I ask you a personal
favor?

Of course.

My niece, Kate Michael, a very bright
girl, is considering going to med

I'd be delighted to take her to lunch
and answer all of her questions.

Bless you.

Excuse me.

Norman, how long have you had the
hiccups?

Just a few hours.

I sneezed and swallowed my gum.

Well, you know, the hiccups can be
dangerous. Let me know if that keeps up.

I've got the cure.

Works every time. Just drink water from
the wrong side of the glass.

Really? Yeah, folk remedies sometimes
work. Give it a shot.

That never happened to me.

You're going to have to relax for a
little while. Why don't we take a little

walk? I can't have to work on the
budget. No budget, no paperwork right

want you to think about the last
beautiful sunset you saw.

A rose. Do you like roses? I'm allergic.

The only way to make that man relax is
to slip a sedative into that acid.

I was just reading your pathology
report.

Sharp detail.

Excellent work, Amanda.

Thank you.

Mark, can I talk to you for a moment?

Of course.

Want some coffee?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

You know, I thought earlier something
was bothering you. What is it?

Mark, I'm so ashamed.

I'm listening.

The girl who organized my roommate's
reunion, Nancy Barlow, she joined our

sorority house in our senior year.

She's a brilliant girl.

She's painfully shy and overweight.

She was poor and unscholarship.

She was the perfect target for spoiled,
bitchy girls from wealthy families.

You know, Mark, in my whole life, I've
never been the odd man out of you.

Oh, just my whole life, I guess.

Of course, that was my choice.

I take it Nancy saw it a little bit
differently.

Oh, she tried to make friends.

But we excluded her.

We let her know that she didn't fit in.

And she was so hurt.

And you've never forgiven yourself.

It gets much worse.

You see, one night we decided to play a
practical joke on her.

One of the girls found out it was her
birthday and bought a couple of bottles

champagne. And we had her thinking that
we were throwing a party for her.

I'd never seen Nancy so happy.

I wanted to bow up then, but I didn't.

Afraid of what the others would think.

Oh, Mark, you know how it is at that
age. Either you're in or you're out.

I stayed in.

We got her so drunk.

We stripped her down to her underwear
and we shoved her out the front door and

we locked it.

Oh, poor girl.

Well, Mark, you know, we...

We thought that she'd stumble around in
the dark for a little bit. We were going

to let her back in. It was a practical
joke.

But as it turned out, the campus police
discovered her.

She was drunk, and they found her half
naked, and they arrested her.

Nancy lost her scholarship.

What did you do when they arrested her?

Nothing. I did absolutely nothing.

Why not?

Well, you know, Mark... Uh, drinking...
You know, drinking means automatic

suspension.

And we'd all been drinking that night.

And I'd just been accepted into a fine
medical school, and it was a dream of a

lifetime.

And we did rationalize that there was
nothing we could do to save nature.

So why go down with her, right?

We betrayed her.

Amanda, I didn't know you then, but I
know you now.

You're a good, compassionate doctor.

And we all make our mistakes.

It's just that I'm so sorry.

And I want to apologize to her.

Honey, do it. You'll feel better.

I hope so.

Thank you, Mark.

Thanks for listening.

Anytime.

You sound shocked.

Well, I know, I know you were expecting
fat little lances and coke bottle

glasses and stringy hair.

No, no, it's just that I'm so pleased to
see you looking so well.

Sure you are.

The bitches aren't coming.

Well, I'm not surprised they're afraid
to face me. They got my letter.

It's because of your letter that I'm
here.

Interesting.

You know, back in college, I hated them,
but they didn't disappoint me.

You did.

I thought you were different.

Nancy, I've come here today to apologize
to you.

No, I'm supposed to say I forgive you.

I was hoping that maybe you could find a
way. Look, I don't know how else to say

this except that I'm sincerely sorry for
hurting you.

You think they're sorry?

I think they've spent the last ten years
thinking, oh, poor Nancy, how could we

have been so cruel?

I wouldn't know.

I've not kept in touch with any of them.

Ladies? Well, you heard from me.

I've written a book about our college
days.

We're all in it, Amanda. You, me,
Heather, Bobby, and Susan, all of us.

And our secret.

Not that terrible trick we played on you
in school.

Oh, please.

such as the beginning.

You know our roommates as well as I do,
Amanda.

Each one has a secret that could ruin
her life.

And you plan on exposing them in your
book?

Of course.

And since I plan to name names,
publishers will line up to buy my

Who's read it so far?

No one. I just finished writing it.
There's only one copy.

I wanted my... Dear roommate, to be the
first to know what everyone will be

reading about them this spring.

Nancy, I know you're angry, but revenge
can backfire.

Don't do this.

Why?

Because it isn't nice?

You all could have stood by me and told
the truth, but you didn't.

Now, I'm going to tell the truth.

Nancy, please don't do this.

That's for old times.

Dr. Bentley?

Amanda?

Nancy, what's wrong?

I'm calling from a payphone. My
apartment's been ransacked.

I'm scared.

Okay, try to stay calm. Don't go back
home.

If you have my address, just go to my
place.

Will you be there?

Uh, in about an hour.

Now, uh, if there's a can underneath the
mat, just let yourself in, make

yourself at home, and we'll talk when I
get there.

All right.

Amanda?

Yes.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Amanda, are you...

All right, Steve.

Listen, Amanda, since we're friends, I'm
going to have to turn this assignment

over to Detective Haggard. Don't
apologize.

Sloan, I'm a nice guy. She'll like me.

This invitation you said you received
from Nancy Barlow, where is it?

I threw it away.

You threw it away, but you said it was
threatening.

No.

I said it referred to a painful incident
in college.

Okay, but she struck you at the
restaurant. Am I right?

Wait, wait, what are you insinuating?

Dad, can I talk to you for a minute,
please?

Excuse us.

He's treating her like a suspect.

Dad, she is a suspect.

But officially, I can't help it.

Unofficially, I'll do everything I can.
Appreciate it, Steve.

Talk to you later.

So, who were the other women invited to
this lunch?

Uh, Ruth and Levin.

Heather Winslow and Bobby Byrd.

And Nancy Barlow planned to destroy each
of them.

That's what she indicated.

But all you really know for certain is
that she was still angry with you about

what you did to her in college.

That's what I said.

Excuse me, detective.

Miss Bentley's very tired. She's been
through quite an ordeal. So is Miss

Barlow. But I think that is enough for
now. You're not planning to leave town,

are you? Of course not.

Good.

You were the medical advisor on the
Morgan case.

Yes, I was.

I never would have thought of slow
arsenic poisoning.

Well, it can look a lot like natural
causes.

Yeah, that's what I think each time I
sit down to my wife's meatloaf.

But, you know, a woman can smile in your
eyes while she kills you.

Good night.

I hate that man.

I think he believes you killed him.

May, are you sure you're all right?

Why wouldn't I be all right?

Hey, look, if I had a cop like Haggard
leaning on me, forget about it, I'd be

going nuts.

Yeah, okay, we'll all go nuts.

You see that? I knew it. Mark, we got to
do something here. Yes, we do.

Hey, Mr. B.

Dr. Stewart. What's up?

Dr. Bentley.

I want you to know that I really tried.

About what, Norman?

That you are a very fine doctor.

Thank you.

And a very nice person.

Wait a minute. Norman, what's going on
here?

The board of directors ordered me to
suspend Dr. Bentley pending the outcome

Miss Barlow's murder investigation.

What? Norman, that is ridiculous. She
hasn't even been arrested.

I know that, Mark. I told them that.

Oh, come on, Mr. B. You can't let them
suspend her.

Dr. Stewart, believe me, I taught... I
taught...

Until I was blue in the face.

Mr. Briggs, don't start hiccuping again.
It's not your fault. I thought that was

all over.

Norman, let me shake him for some tests.
No, no, I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

Well, I guess I should go home. No, no,
this is insane. We've got to do

something. We will.

Don't worry. We'll do something about
it.

Hi, Dad.

Hi. What's new?

Nancy Barlow's apartment.

Oh.

She told Amanda they ransacked her
apartment. She wasn't kidding.

Haggard's guys checked. No sign of a
manuscript.

So that means that Nancy had it with her
when the killer followed her to

Amanda's apartment.

Yeah, maybe. But Haggard turned Amanda's
place upside down. Still no manuscript.

Yeah, and the killer was still searching
when Amanda got home.

So where is it?

Could you get somebody into Nancy's
apartment?

Officially, no.

I'll drive you over.

No, not me.

Dolores, you busy?

You have to ask.

Could you get a file out of that
computer?

Do bears sleep in the woods?

Let's go, Dolores.

Do bears sleep in the woods?

Mark, you wanted to see me?

Oh, yes.

Amanda, I have to ask you this.

Were you telling the whole truth when
you said that all you knew about the

blackmail was the incident back in
college?

Why do you ask?

Well, I have the feeling you're not
telling everything you know.

Well, what if that's true, and what if
it's confidential?

I admire your loyalty, honey, but you're
a prime suspect in a murder case.

You know, Mark, I was always the
roommate in school that everyone

Maybe because I was the one that always
listened.

But they didn't all kill Nancy.

And I can't betray everyone's secrets to
Detective Haggard just because I'm

under suspicion.

I understand that. But Amanda, you could
be arrested for murder.

You better tell me.

My opponent talks about budget, about
fiscal responsibilities.

I talk about people, about you, my
constituents.

All right, cut it. Stop.

Charlie, I thought you were going to
talk to him.

I need you to come closer. I want people
to see the sincerity and the warmth in

my eyes. You got it?

Warmth, sincerity, eyes.

Okay, let's take it again.

Miss Levin, excuse me. I'm Dr. Mark
Sloan from Community Central Hospital.

Dr. Sloan, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Roll it.

Oh, no, don't roll it.

Roll it. I'm rolling.

I'm rolling.

Thank you. Dr. Sloan, just forget that
they're even here. It's just a little

public service message that I'm
recording for my district.

Oh, and since community general is one
of the cornerstones of our district

health services, I'd like to hear what
you have to say.

Thank you very much, but I'm not here on
behalf of the hospital.

Actually, I want to talk to you
personally, if I might.

Oh, of course you can, but I think that
your hospital deserves more than just a

moment.

Lunch.

Ah, I have a civic luncheon to go to.
Come along and we can talk in the car.

Have you had lunch? Well, no, I haven't,
but... Perfect.

Look,

you seem to be pretty busy. Why don't I
come back... Dr.

Sloan, I'm never too busy for one of my
constituents.

In fact, I'm interested to hear your
views on my health care initiative.

You do believe in universal health care,
don't you? Yes, yes, of course I do. Of

course, that's only my opinion. It has
nothing to do with the community general

hospital. Not that they're necessarily
against it. I mean, they're in the

care business, of course, and they care
about health care.

That's not exactly why I wanted to talk
to you. Well, you can talk to me about

anything you want, Dr. Sloan. That's why
I'm here. And there's no time like the

present. Miss Levin, I'm a friend of
Amanda Bentley, so I wanted to ask you

about the death of Nancy Barlow.

On the other hand, Dr. Sloan, maybe
now's not the best time.

Does that mean lunch is off?

Cut the tape. It was just getting good.

Just what are you trying to pull here,
Dr. Sloan?

Miss Levin, Amanda told me about the
manuscript that Nancy wrote, and the

in it about you.

What else did she tell you?

That you had your college transcript
altered to gain admission to Harvard Law

School. Amanda told you this?

What is she trying to do to me? Is she
trying to ruin me? Look, Amanda's doing

everything she can to protect you, and I
don't mean you any harm.

But I know Amanda did not kill Nancy.

You've got a pretty good motive.

This conversation is over.

Where were you last night between 7 and
8 o 'clock?

At home, preparing the speech I'm about
to deliver.

With your, uh, camera crew?

Actually, no.

Isn't it interesting? Almost your whole
life is being documented, except for the

time that Nancy Barlow was murdered.

Yes, this is silly. I don't need a
watchdog. Hey, hey, what if the killer

back looking for the manuscript, huh?

You need a doberman.

How you doing? Just gonna check out some
of your dobermans.

I'm telling you that you need a
doberman.

This is not a watchdog. This is a toy.

Look at his face. Isn't he adorable?
What do I care?

Ten minutes until air. Let's get it
together.

Nancy, could you get me a cup of coffee?
I'll take care of it, ma 'am. Okay,

thank you. Do you want to see me? Yes, I
would like to. Where's your mother?

My mother's been gone for years.

This show is about middle -aged men who
still live with their mothers. Oh,

you're a cross -dressing banker.

You're early.

No, I'm not here for that either. I'm
Dr. Mark Sloan.

Oh, doctor.

What did you say? So it's the silicone
implants themselves?

Exploding tummy tucks.

Do -it -yourself liposuction.

Do -it -yourself liposuction?

No, uh...

Look, miss, I am a friend of Amanda
Bentley's. I want to talk to you about

Barlow. Oh, yeah. That was so tragic,
wasn't it? Listen, I'd love to talk to

about it, but I've got a show to do. I
know about the manuscript, and I know

about Professor Edwards.

Well, out of respect for Nancy, I guess
I can give you a couple minutes.

Thank you.

Over here.

Now, just what is this that you think
you know about Professor Edwards?

Well, I know that when you were a
student, you two had an affair.

And when you broke it off, Edwards
committed suicide and left a wife and

small children.

It wasn't just an affair.

We loved each other.

John was a wonderful man.

But you broke it off.

He had a family.

Our relationship was tearing him apart.

I had no idea. I never dreamed that he
would commit suicide.

I've had to live with that for years.

Until Nancy Barlow threatened to expose
it.

Yes, well, I was going to pay her off
not to publish that.

John's family has suffered enough
without scandal, and so have I.

Well, then you won't mind telling me
where you were last night between 7 and

'clock when Nancy Barlow was killed.

I was at the gym, working out five
nights a week.

Television isn't glamour, Dr. Sloan.
It's hand -to -hand combat.

Stay in shape or I'll kill you.

Looks so easy.

Is that my alarm?

Yoda, that's my alarm waking up the
whole neighborhood.

Come here, baby.

You need to stay. All right?

Man. Hey.

You okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Can you sit up?

Did she get away?

Yeah. She ran through the courtyard. I
couldn't see her face, so damn it. Look

at me.

What are you doing? Bath me through?

Well, actually, I just had some time
off.

Couldn't leave you alone now, could I,
huh?

Any trouble you get into, you crazy
chick?

All right, can you stand up?

I think so. All right, lean on me.

Come on.

No sign of a manuscript or anything else
that looks like a book.

Well, do you think the intruder found
it?

What I think, Dr. Bentley, is that you
staged this little break in yourself.

And why would I do that?

To divert suspicion from yourself.

Is that a theory or do you have some
evidence?

Now, if I had evidence, Dr. Bentley
would be in custody.

Well, until you do get some evidence,
Haggard, why don't you try and take it

easier on her, okay? I'm just doing my
job.

Excuse me.

I don't get it. I told this guy that I
saw a woman running away from here.

well, he sees you as Amanda's friend.

So what, I'm a liar?

No, no, it's just, it's haggard. It's
the way he works.

Heather Winslow's charity reception. Is
that this afternoon?

Yes, why?

Oh, I'm just curious.

Thank

you.

My pleasure.

Could I see your invitation, please,
sir?

Oh, I'm Dr.

Mark Sloan. I'm a medical consultant
with the police department.

We're doing a random check of these
outdoor functions to make sure the food

prepared properly. You know, with these
daylight affairs, things can really go

wrong. I saw a tuna salad with
mayonnaise the other day.

I wouldn't talk about it.

But don't announce me. I'd like to just
kind of keep a low profile.

Thank you.

Excuse me, I seem to have lost Heather.

Oh, she's right over there. Let me take
it.

Well, thank you. I

don't

know the man with her.

How many beds?

30 beds.

But if we have some, we could expand it
to 50.

Is this the man? That's him.

You think there's something wrong with
my food?

I didn't say that.

You don't have to say anything, do you?
You can ruin my reputation just by being

here. Who put you up to this?

Robuchon? Cipriani?

Rostang?

That man doesn't know his whisk from the
hole in the ground.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Here. Try my champagne risotto. Oh,
yeah? Good.

My duck ravioli.

NYB. The rack of lamb.

the salmon mousse, and from dessert, the
sacher torte.

Well?

Could I try the salmon mousse again?

You tell those Philistines that their
little plot didn't work.

I'll tell them that. Thank you.

Sloan. Oh, hello, Norman.

Mrs. Winslow, I'm Dr. Mark Sloan.

Hello. From Community General, one of
our top doctors.

I was wondering if we could talk
privately.

Mark, please.

We have no secrets from each other. You
can speak freely in front of me. Well,

it's of a rather personal nature, aren't
it?

Oh, it is.

I can't imagine what you and I have to
discuss of a personal nature.

That's right. Just what is it, Sloan?

I want to talk to you about Nancy
Bartlow's murder.

Get your friend out of here.

You are incorrigible.

You should leave. You are an uninvited
guest, Sloan.

Will you stop it? Mrs. Winslow, I know
what's in Nancy's book.

Oh, you do?

Well, let's talk inside.

You and I have nothing more to discuss.
I think you should leave.

Explain later.

What about the fundraiser?

So, you haven't actually seen the book?

No, but Amanda told me that...

While you engaged to your husband, when
he was stationed overseas, you had a

baby by another man.

A baby you gave away.

Has Amanda mentioned it to anyone else?

No, no, just to me.

You never told your husband.

If we had had children together, I think
I would have told him.

And I'm sure he would have understood
he's a good man, but when I had my baby,

there were complications.

I became sterile.

Oh.

And, of course, if he'd divorced you,
you wouldn't be the head of the Winslow

Foundation.

What exactly do you plan to do with this
information?

I don't have any plans.

But I would like to know where you were
two nights ago, between 7 and 8 o

'clock.

I was here.

Your husband can corroborate that. My
husband is in London on business.

So he was also away last night.

Just what are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting anything.

But last night, someone broke into
Amanda's condo.

Two nights ago, some woman murdered
Nancy Marlowe.

Yes?

No, I can't take that call right now.

Well, tell him to stay where he is, and
I'll call him right back.

You really have to excuse me, Dr. Sloan.
I ought to get back to my guest. Yes,

Mrs. Winslow.

I very much admire the work you're
doing, and the last thing I want to do

create problems for you.

Unless you murdered Nancy Barlow.

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

No, don't come here.

There's someone snooping about.

I'll meet you at Briarwood Park at four
o 'clock.

Rebecca, sweetheart.

Hi, Heather.

Look what I got.

Isn't he cute?

Where should we go?

Max? Max?

I need for a beer.

Why don't you go show him to your dad?

Would you please leave me alone?

She's your daughter, isn't she?

But she's known me as her aunt ever
since she was a baby.

I wasn't at home when Nancy was killed.
I was with Clarissa. Her father can

confirm it.

So you see, I'm not in a position to
help Amanda.

But you can hurt me.

I have no intention of giving you any
problem.

Come on in, Heather.

Coming, sweetie.

You miss your mother?

I'm sorry we kept you locked up all day,
honey.

Hey, we're on red alert here, pal.

Jack, I really appreciate what you're
doing. Come on. But you really should go

to work.

You sure? Because I can get Jerry to
cover for me. It's no problem. No, I'll

fine. Who's going to break in here in
the middle of the day?

Besides, Yoda's an excellent watchdog.

It may be all right.

All right, give me him. I'll take him
outside.

Hey, watch the tight end. Thanks.

It's all right.

Let's go find you a tree.

Dolores, I really appreciate you doing
this, especially on your day off. You

said it might help Amanda. I just hope
you're right.

Find anything?

Well, I've read through most of her
files, and it looks like Nancy did all

her writing on this computer.

Now, the police have been through it,
but maybe I can find something they

didn't. Or maybe she hid it in one of
her other files.

Anyway, if it's here, I'll find it.

Someday.

Briggs.

Hi, Norman. What's up?

Wait, Norman, I can't understand you
with all the hiccuping.

Oh.

All right. All right. I'll be there.

Jack and Norman are at it again.

Good luck. I'll be here.

See you later.

Sweet the tech.

Impossible.

This hospital will grind to a halt. Hey,
Mr. B., want to get rid of the hiccups

or not? It's the only way.

I'll tell you what I want.

I want a second opinion, preferably from
someone who does drive a purple hot

rod. Norman, I'll give you a second
opinion. Jack is right.

Now, the treatment he's indicated is
exactly the same thing I would have

ordered. Now, the sooner you check in,
get the treatment, the faster you'll be

well.

It'll be like a bonding thing for me and
you.

That's a touching sight.

Where's Amanda? I want to give her the
latest. The poor kid's still out looking

for a dog.

What do you got?

Well, not much, but it's better than
nothing.

They checked out Bobby Burton's health
club. It's one of those huge complexes

with a million ways in and out, so no
one knows for sure if she was there at

time of the murder or not.

Oh.

So we can't rule out her or Susan Levin.

If it exists. Oh, I'm sure it exists.

The killer's sure, too.

Look, I'm gonna run back over to Nancy's
and see if Dolores has come up with

anything on her computer.

I'll drive you. Good.

Nothing.

Add that to zip, and you got nada.

Not in there, huh?

I've been through every bit of every
bite.

A lot of magazine and newspaper
articles, notes, but no book.

Do people who use computers always, what
do they call it, back up important

information? Yep, usually on a floppy.

More like these here?

Right, and I've checked every one of
them.

She was very organized. Look at that.

Labels not only on the disc, but on the
jacket. It comes in.

Where's this disc here?

Is it in the drive?

No, could have been defective. She threw
it out. Or maybe she loaned it to

someone. Yeah, or sent it to a
publisher.

Yeah, probably.

Hey! What are you two up to?

Oh, well, we finally got some good news.

Someone's found Yoda.

Yeah, we're gonna go pick him up. Oh,
that's great, Amanda.

Oh, wait a second.

This could be a setup. The killer could
be after you this time.

You're not going anywhere without
company.

This is a play.

You know, I think Steve's right.

Man, what the hell would Yoda be doing
way over here?

All right, let's go.

What are we going in?

Deadmore. Want to check my wire?

Can you hear me?

We copy.

We're fine.

You didn't hit that with the backup.

Breathe. Go. Hey, it's us, Steve.
Everything's all right.

Oh, Yoda.

I'm so happy to see you.

Check around. That dog didn't drive
himself here.

We need backup.

Pick out what you're looking for.

It's all on this little...

Isn't that amazing?

Nancy Barlow's entire book, including
the part about your affair with

Edwards, the whole story.

Well, you already knew the whole story.

We had an affair. He killed himself. I
told you that. I told you it might be

embarrassing, potentially dangerous to
my career. That's why I was going to try

and pay Nancy off.

Well, if that was the whole story,
paying her off would have been enough.

There's a lot more to it than that,
isn't there?

I don't think so.

You didn't break it off with Edwards.

He ended the affair.

Because he had found someone else.

Another student.

You were furious.

You even threatened to kill him.

And he told his new lover all about it.

Nancy Barlow.

That's ridiculous.

He wouldn't look twice at Nancy.

It's true.

In fact, she was there when you called
and threatened suicide.

She went up to the bell tower and tried
to stop you.

And that's when you pushed him to his
death.

That's a lie.

Afraid not.

Nancy laid it out pretty convincingly
here.

She copied everything onto this disc.

Then she erased everything on the
computer. So this is the only copy.

But she was on the run.

She needed a hiding place.

And she came up with something pretty
ingenious, I think.

But once I knew what I was looking for,
it wasn't hard to find.

When she saw Amanda's CDs, she knew she
had found her hiding place.

Look at that.

Perfect fit.

You know, taking Amanda's dog and using
him to lure her out of the condo was

pretty clever, but somehow I knew you'd
be back.

I thought I was pretty clever.

But you know what? I don't know if I
ever would have found that.

You've been very helpful, Dr. Sloan.

Don't give it to me.

Oh, I don't think so.

I don't think you have much choice.

Nobody does, Miss Burton.

You're under arrest for the murder of
Nancy Barlow.

I'm not saying anything without my
attorney.

No.

Joy, your new roommate.

I thought I grew up with some tough
people.

Forget about it.

My dear Dr.

Sloan.

Feeling better, I see.

Yes, Dr. Sloan, I am happy to concede
that medical science is more effective

than folk remedies.

And as for you, Dr. Bentley, what could
I say? I just received a call from

Heather Winslow. She told me that you
spoke to her on my behalf.

And I can hardly believe it, but she
agrees to spearhead our fundraising.

I thank you, Dr. Bentley, from the
bottom of my heart, as does Community

General. Well, you're both very welcome.

Hey, Mr. B, I got a little bad news for
you. Then hey -ho the holly, this life

is most jolly. William Shakespeare.

Bad news, Stuart, nothing could spoil
this glorious day.

Oh, well, that's good, because hey -ho
to Holly, the insurance company just

kicked us back. They don't cover the
hiccups. There's your bill.

Norman, don't start hiccuping.

Viacom.