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I think so. Simon?

Simon?

Thanks a lot, Tommy. You bet, Doc. Might
I remind you, this is the major

political fundraiser of the season, not
the demolition derby. My car broke down

about halfway here. I could have taken a
cab.

Did you ever call an L .A. cab? They
don't ask you what time, they ask you

day.

I embarrassed you, didn't I? You didn't
have to wave. Everybody was looking at

me.

I'm sorry.

I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

At least the mayor didn't see us.

Did he?

No, don't worry about it. He didn't see
us, right? Oh, okay.

This is the Megapod.

Mark, I thought that was you. It's good
to see you again. Mr. Mayor, how's the

shoulder doing? Oh, not bad.

Don't think my jump shot will ever be
the same, though. Oh, it'll probably be

the same, because it couldn't get any
worse.

I hear you had car trouble on the way
down. I had nothing unusual with that

Oh, George Ridgeway, this is Norman
Briggs, our administrator at the

Thanks for coming, Mr. Briggs. It's an
honor, Your Honor.

Nice day to meet you.

It's an honor.

Mark, what a surprise.

Lauren.

I don't mean to interrupt, but I need to
leave. I have a terrible migraine. It's

been coming on all day. Oh, I'm very
sorry, darling.

Can you do something? Yeah, I can call
the hospital, have some sumatriptan sent

over. Oh, no, Mark, thank you, but I
have some at home.

I'll have the driver take you right
away. Okay, bye -bye. Bye.

You're turning blue, Norman.

You didn't tell me you knew the mayor.

You didn't ask me.

Buy an American car.

Lauren?

Turn it off, please.

Sorry.

I forgot.

How's the migraine?

Not good.

Is Melissa home?

She's spending the night at a friend's
house.

I'm going to the office for about an
hour.

I'll leave at 11.

You gonna be okay?

Yes.

Mr. Strand, this is Jill Hewlett of the
City News.

I can't talk now. Somebody broke into my
house.

Why would they do that?

I wanted to meet with you and talk to
you about the letters you sent me.

fascinating.

But perhaps now isn't a good time.

No, no, no. I can meet you.

Tonight, 11 o 'clock.

I'll meet you in the parking garage at
the corner of Federal and Western.

Second level.

Sure. Okay.

I'll see you soon, Mr. Strand.

Well, I'm beat.

Why don't you two take over, and I'll
see you in the morning.

Okay, George.

George.

Lauren.

What is this?

Exactly what you deserve.

Hang in there, Mr. Mayor. Dr. Flone is
on his way.

Laura.

We called her, sir. Put him in examining
room A.

I need an x -ray stat.

Yes, doctor. Right away.

Mark. Lawrence.

What happened? How is he? He was shot
twice at close range. We were able to

stabilize him enough to get him into
surgery. Oh, my God. He's in good hands.

You still have that migraine?

Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. The light.

I assume a trip should have worked by
now.

Steve, take her in and let her lay out
on the couch in my office. Sure.

Don't worry, Lauren. We'll find her when
we get there.

What?

He lost too much blood, didn't he?

Did he say anything before?

He said your name once.

That's all.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Ridgeway, I'm very sorry about your
husband.

But I thought you'd want to know we have
arrested a suspect.

Who?

Benjamin Strand.

What? What?

Lord have mercy.

I thought you were dead.

Nobody could have stayed dead through
that. Dolores!

Excuse me.

What are you doing sleeping on this
floor?

Oh, it feels better on my back than that
couch.

You don't have floors at home?

Uh, a hit and run came in last night as
I was about to leave.

Who was that this morning? What time was
it?

Almost eight.

Mr. Briggs is looking for you.

Big mug of coffee. Yeah. You got it.

Good morning.

Mark, what have I heard about last
night? How are you doing?

Well, it hurts to lose anyone, but I
think George Ridgway did some great

the state.

Well, at least they caught the nut and
did it.

How's Mrs. Rickard taking it?

Well, she's showing remarkable courage
under the circumstances, but to tell you

the truth, there's something puzzling
about her behavior all night long.

What's that?

Well, at the hotel, she complained of
having a migraine, but she didn't show

symptoms at all. Then later here, after
she supposedly took the medication, she

definitely had a migraine.

Doesn't make any sense.

Not to me either.

How's our hit -and -run victim?

Mr. Lomax?

He came to about an hour ago, and the
guy had to stop complaining.

Mr.

Lomax, what are you doing?

I'm on an urge to go dancing. What do
you think I'm going to do? I'm getting

of here. Take it easy.

Lay down.

Lay down.

Just relax, Mr. Lomax.

Dr. Sloan, do you remember me from last
night? No.

Do you remember anything at all?

You mean after that...

Crazy lady in the red four -wheel drive
sends me ricocheting down the alleyway

like I was some pinball. I'm supposed to
remember something? Oh, no, I don't

remember nothing.

Mr. Lomax, you sure it was a red four
-wheel drive?

Let me tell you something, boy.

I've been a mechanic for over 40 years.
The car ain't been built that I ain't

been under. So when I say it was a red
four... One, two, three.

Four -wheel drive vehicle, that's
exactly what I mean. Now, you all have a

day. Mr. Lomax, what's your rush, Mr.
Lomax? Mr. Lomax, about what time was

that? What time was it?

It was before 9 o 'clock. Before Mr.

Montero came by walking his dog, because
he always comes by at 9 o 'clock every

single night to walk his dog. We stop,
we have a little chat about automobiles,

because I was a mechanic for over 40
years, and I'd like to go.

Mr. Lomax, please.

What is your hurry?

Sweetheart, I got to go and get my bag.

I got my life savings and my bag.

So I don't want you all looking at me
like I am some charity case.

Mr. Lomax, in this hospital, there are
no charity cases. There are only

patients. All you have to do is just lay
back, relax, and get better, all right?

Now, you listen to him.

What about my bag?

Tell you what, Mr. Lomax, if it makes
you feel any better, we will go down on

our lunch hour and find your bag for
you, okay?

Will what?

Right. Um, I really didn't have any
lunch plans worth keeping anyway.

Amigo, we're ready for you.

Huh? A photo shoot for the Hockville
brochure.

Didn't you read my memo?

You didn't read my memo, did you? You
never read my memo. Norm, I have been up

all night long. I haven't shaved. I
haven't changed.

Can we do it some other time?

When? I don't know.

Send me a memo.

I thought you might want to see a photo
of Mayor Ridgeway's assassin.

Yeah. All right, thank you.

A guy found that in Strand's apartment.

Add that to the fingerprints on the gun
and the death threat letters to Mayor

Ridgeway. Sounds pretty airtight.

What about Strand's story that some
reporter called up and arranged a

with him? Jill Hewlett, we checked.

She's out of the country on assignment.

Well, couldn't it be some other woman
just claiming to be her?

It's not likely.

Why, you having doubts about Strand?

The whole thing's a little... Too neat.

Yeah, don't you think so?

Listen, thanks for the picture. Can I
keep it? Yeah, be my guest.

Copy.

Listen, you're not on to something I
should know about, are you?

No, no.

Okay, well, I got to go.

Dinner tonight?

Yeah, I'll see you then. Okay, see you.

Dr. Mark Sloan, Mrs. Rigley is expecting
me.

Go ahead, sir.

What's with the black bag, Mark?

Do I look that awful? Oh, you look
wonderful.

But I've been a little worried about
you. Do you mind if I make sure you're

okay?

Not at all.

I didn't thank you last night for what
you did, did I? I'm sorry.

You have absolutely nothing to apologize
for. It was all such a horrible blur.

I, you know... Is your head hurting now?

No. The medicine really did help.

You took it when you got home from the
hotel.

That's right.

Okay, just relax and follow the light.

You know, Lauren, I've seen you with
these migraine headaches before.

Struck me as a little odd that the
bright lights at the reception didn't

you.

Oh, but they did.

Hmm. Didn't look like it.

Really?

To tell you the truth, the whole evening
is a blur.

How about later at the hospital?

What about it?

Well, you were having a migraine attack
during that time, weren't you?

Was I?

I don't remember.

You know, that concerns me a little bit,
Lauren.

I mean, that short -term memory loss.
Why don't you come in and let me give

an EEG cast again? I'm just to rule out,
you know, anything beyond simple

migraine.

Mark, this is not a good time for me.

No hurry.

Give me your hand.

Oh, one more thing.

When you came home from the rally, did
you see or talk to anyone?

No, not that I can remember.

But... Then again, you've got me
doubting just about everything.

Don't you remember when we spoke?

I called her from the slumber party
and... We talked at about nine o 'clock

ten minutes.

Well, I guess that answers that.

Listen, be sure and call me about
setting up those tests, will you?

Yes, I will.

Oh, and one more thing.

You did. Thank you, Madeline.

Oh.

Good. I'll show myself, Val. Bye,
Melissa.

The doctor thinks that your mother is
losing her mind.

Where did you go last night?

Because no one answered when I called.

I went for a walk to get some air.

Everything is going to be alright.

Excuse me, is that Mrs. Ridgeway's car?

Yeah. She and her husband both used it.
Why?

Well, no, no reason.

Nice car.

Hey.

This is where Lomax lived?

I can't believe I let you talk me into
coming down here.

You start complaining, just tell me so I
know. Hey, thank you.

Lomax said, uh...

Look at his bag behind this dumper.

What?

Give me a hand.

You must be kidding.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

Come on, Amanda. It's heavy. Help me
out.

Oh, no. You gotta be kidding.

What? You cut up stiffs all day long and
you're worried about a couple of germs?

I told you I'm thinking about changing
my specialty. Besides, these germs I can

smell. Let's go.

Yeah, well, just plug your nose in
there. Help me push it.

All right, there it is on your side. Get
it.

You grab it.

You're wearing the gloves.

You owe me big time for this, Jack
Stewart.

idea of leaving me back there like that.

You know, that dumpster could have
rolled. I could have been mangled,

There were rats.

Are you listening to me?

Take a look.

Fascinating.

I see a run -down, rat -infested
apartment.

You know what, Jack Stewart?

You really know how to show a girl a
good time.

It's not just any run -down, rat
-infested apartment.

I recognize this place from the news.
Benjamin Strand lives here.

That's nice to you.

Possible, valuable, key piece of
evidence was laying right over there.

Oh.

I was out with Amanda looking for Mr.
Lomaker's bag, right? Right.

Well, we found it.

You ready for this?

Guess who lives no more than 20 yards
away from where we found the bag?

Benjamin Strand.

That's right.

You know, that's very interesting
because I was at Lauren Ridgway's house.

Guess what kind of a car she drives.

Don't tell me. She drives a red four
-wheel drive.

Coincidence? I doubt it.

Well, I just gave Mr. Lomax his bag, and
I helped count out his life savings.

He had a little over $500.

Some life.

Well, not much to retire on.

No, but I think Mr. Lomax would be a
prime candidate for our senior life

program. I was thinking the same thing.

Jack, would you walk him through the
papers?

Absolutely. No problem.

He's such a character, that Romer. Just
got a call from ER.

It's Lauren's daughter.

Melissa Ridgeway.

Paramedics brought her in. She
collapsed.

Hello. I'm Dr. Bentley.

Are you feeling any better?

I think so.

If you don't eat, it makes you weak.

You can become anemic and faint,
sometimes worse.

But you're going to be just fine.

I think I saw her going down to the
cafeteria.

I can find her for you if you want.

Or in your office. Tell me where I could
find you. I got here as soon as I

could. I can't be seen with you here.
I'll meet you in your hotel room in half

an hour.

Okay.

Do you guys honestly know what you're
saying?

The alley where Lomax was hit is right
behind Benjamin Strand's apartment.

And he was hit by a red four -wheel
drive like the one Lauren Ridgeway

And so do a lot of other women.

And how do we know that it was the
person that broke in that cut themselves

the broken glass?

How do we know it wasn't Strand himself?

Look, guys, I don't mean to be
obstructive, but I think we better have

concrete before we go after the mayor's
widow.

I don't know, Steve, but there's
something very, very odd about it.

And what about a motive?

What did Lauren Ridgway have to gain by
murdering her husband?

I mean, she was wealthy before she ever
met him.

And it was never even a hint of scandal.

Yeah, I know. I know. But I just can't
get rid of this funny feeling in my

stomach. The kind that gives me knots in
my stomach.

All right.

What do you want me to do?

I just want you to drive out there,
maybe have a look at the car.

All right. Well, I hope I find
something. Or else I'm going to be

lot of cars when I'm busting the traffic
cops.

See you later. See you.

Hi. Hello, Amanda.

I just saw something very interesting.

I won't be long, I promise.

Where are you going?

To take care of you.

I won't let anybody hurt you.

What?

How's Melissa? Oh, she's doing much
better.

Oh, good. You know, she is anemic.

Frankly, I'd like to run some more
tests. I think she's anorexic.

Oh, I doubt that.

Mark, uh...

Look, I appreciate your concern, but I
can't talk about this now. I've got an

appointment, if you'll excuse me. Oh,
did your friend find you?

Who? I didn't get his name.

Distinguished looking fellow, salt and
pepper hair.

Doesn't sound like anyone I know.

Sorry.

She's lying.

You know, I think you two need a break.
Why don't you go get some fresh air?

Want to go for a ride? Exactly.

High reception, please.

Thanks.

Hi, what's your name?

Wendy, how you doing?

Listen, I'm a little confused.

I'm in room 322, and I can't remember
how I registered.

Did I register into my corporation?

The Skidmore Corporation.

I didn't.

Huh.

How did I register?

Just... Dr. Harris, that's what I
thought. Thank you so much, Wendy.

No, no problem at all. I'll come down
and take care of her later.

All right, thanks a lot.

Dr. Sloan?

What?

Mark, I'd like you to release Melissa.

I want to take her to her aunt's house
in Scottsdale, away from all the stress.

Look, why don't we take care of you
first, huh?

Come on.

Okay, then sumatriptans should take
effect in just a few moments. Thank you,

Mark.

Let me have a look at that wrist if I
can.

See that?

Oh, it's nothing.

It's just a kitchen accident is all.

Well, you know, I didn't notice it the
other night at the campaign rally.

Well, it happened the next day, I think.
I scraped it at home.

Shaky hands with my migraine. You know,
it looks more like a puncture with a

sharp object.

Well, I cut it with a knife.

Well, that would do it.

You know, I have a patient who was hit
by a four -wheel drive in the same alley

where Strand lives.

You own one, don't you?

Yes. Is he all right?

He swears he can recognize the woman
driving the car.

Mark, why are you telling me this?

No, we're just wondering if you might
know of a woman who would want to kill

your husband. Someone who was obsessed
with him, angry at him, in love with

maybe.

But why a woman? I thought Strand
confessed.

I think Strand would confess to shooting
Lincoln if somebody asked him.

No, I think it was someone else.

A woman, probably.

A woman who lured him into that parking
garage, driving a red four -wheel.

Why do I get the distinct impression
that you think that I am that woman?

How could it be you?

You were on the phone with Melissa when
all this was happening, weren't you?

That's right.

I was.

Will you sign Melissa's release now? Of
course.

Yeah.

That's a heart.

Mr. Lomax.

Dr. Feelgood.

This is the gentleman I was telling you
about. The one who was hit by the car in

the alley.

Yeah.

I've seen you before.

Oh. You was on the TV.

Your husband, the boy, was the mayor who
got shot. He was murdered.

Oh, God.

Bless him, honey. I'm sorry. And tell
him I see it through.

Thank you.

And God bless you.

That is set up to see how he would react
to me.

No, that was set up to see how you would
react to him.

Well, I hope I didn't disappoint you.

Find anything?

Yes, I did.

I pulled some thread fragments from the
bumper of Lauren's car.

They didn't come from cleaning rags.
There's a good chance they came from

clothes. Oh, great.

Not so great?

Dolores tells me that Leon's clothes
were so filthy, an orderly took them out

and burned them.

Still, there's no way we can prove
Lauren hit Leon.

Nope. And it gets worse.

On my way over here, I got a call from
headquarters.

About an hour ago, Benjamin Spann
confessed to the murder.

You upset?

Well, I would be if it were true.

You still think Lauren Ridgeway did it?
Yes, I do.

How are you going to prove it? I haven't
got a clue.

All right. Yes, thank you very much.

What's wrong?

Lauren just checked Melissa out of the
hospital.

presumably to take her to Scottsdale to
her sister's.

I just called her sister, to give her
the name of a doctor in case Melissa

needed any help.

Sister didn't know what I was talking
about. Isn't that a little odd?

Maybe it has something to do with the
man Lauren met in the hotel.

Dr. John Harris.

John Harris.

He apparently hits the Meridian
Psychiatric Clinic for Adolescents in

You know, they say that flowers in Ohio
are lovely this time of year.

Why was

that?

Sloan, what are you doing here?

You left your CD at the hospital.

Wrote it back to you.

You know, I'm a little confused.

Is his first name Meatloaf or is his
last name Meatloaf?

Or is his first name Meat and his last
name Loaf?

Is there an abyss of Meatloaf?

Yeah,

actually there is.

That's what I like to see.

How you doing?

I'm fine.

Mom's taking care of me.

I wanted to ask you something.

That wasn't the first time you
collapsed, was it?

Why did you stop eating?

I'd like to know.

Was it because of your stepfather's
death?

You know, it's hard to have to protect
your parents.

Your parents are supposed to protect
you.

You weren't telling the truth when you
said you talked to your mother from the

slumber party, were you?

I didn't want to get her in trouble.

But she wasn't home when you called, was
she?

What makes you think that?

Was she angry with him?

Did they have a fight?

Did she?

Melissa,

did

your stepfather ever... Dr. Sloan, how
the hell did you get in here?

How dare you interfere with my daughter?

Melissa, it's okay.

You have no right to be here.

Look, the only thing that's ever going
to cure Melissa is to let her tell the

truth about everything she knows. My
daughter is very ill.

Despite what you may think you know, you
don't know anything.

Goodbye, Mark.

Steve, you said you needed a motive for
Warren.

I think your dad just gave you a pretty
strong one.

If you ask me, this guy Ridgeway got
just what he deserved.

Look, even if what Dad said is true, and
it is true, I saw the pain on that

girl's face, Steve.

You still need proof.

Hard evidence.

Something that ties Lauren to Strand.

Did she know him? How did she know him?

How did she get his gun and that letter?

And without a positive ID from Mr.
Lomax, we got nothing.

I can't believe this. There's no way
she's going to get away with this. Well,

Steve's right, though. We don't have any
proof.

There's no way to connect her to
Benjamin Strand.

Or with Lomax. And without any proof, we
don't have anything.

Amigo.

The photographer is ready.

Oh, is that now? I completely forgot.

It was all in the memo. You did read the
memo, didn't you, amigo?

Every thrill -packed word.

Good.

Very good, compadre.

Very nice.

Okay, very doctoral.

Very... Hold that. Hold that.

I got it.

And we will have photographic history. I
like it.

Shoot.

Very nice.

What? What are you doing? You're mixing
up the composition. And the light is so

beautiful, Mark.

It's tearing me right in the face the
whole time.

I'll be back, Norman.

I'd like to talk to you about an angel.

I beg your pardon.

It all comes down to Benjamin Strand,
doesn't it?

Sick young man you knew was obsessed
with your husband.

So you found out where he lived, broke
into his apartment and took his gun.

Then you lured him into that parking
garage.

Shot your husband, and just as you
expected, Strand confessed, didn't he?

That is absurd.

I have not even met this man, Strand,
let alone broken into his apartment.

Well, I think this will prove you did.

According to the police report on
Strand, on February 23rd, he crashed the

fundraiser here.

However, no charges were ever pressed.

I bet it was a long time before you
finally realized that it was Strand who

stole the sculpture.

But, Dr. Sloan, the sculpture is here,
so I suggest that one of us is rather

confused.

Well, I admit for a while, that was me.

But then I remembered that the
photograph was taken by Strand in his

on August 15th. That was when your
husband filed his candidacy.

You can see the headline right there on
the newspaper.

What is the point?

Well, if you look closely on the table
beside him, you'll see the sculptor, Two

Angels.

But you know, when I checked with the
police, there was no record of the

sculptor being found anywhere in Stan's
apartment.

It wasn't there because you took it when
you broke in.

Twan, my guardian angel, loved Melissa.

That was too precious a leave, wasn't
it?

Melissa made this in art class at
school.

She gave it to me on my birthday.

Our children do such precious things.

Little surprises.

This went beautiful.

And from the heart.

That man, Strand, had no right to take
it.

Just as George had no right to take
Melissa's childhood.

Did you ever keep a diary when you were
a little boy?

No, I suppose not. It's more of a...
It's more of a girl thing.

Last year, I gave Melissa a diary. You
know, one with the little lock and

key for secrets of the heart.

A couple of months ago, something
happened.

Melissa stopped eating.

She became quiet, depressed.

At first, I blamed her lifestyle, the
campaigning, the living in this

But she got worse.

She totally retreated into herself.

I begged her to talk to me, but she
wouldn't.

I was going crazy. I didn't know what to
do.

I just couldn't sit around and watch my
little girl in so much pain.

And then I read her diary.

And then I knew she was so

scared and so...

full of guilt and loathing for every
time that he

touched her.

So you killed him to protect him.

And I would do it again.

Steve's waiting outside, Lorne.

Somehow I wish things had turned out
differently, Lorne.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry, but
I'm... I'm afraid I have to arrest you

the murder of your husband.

You have the right to remain silent.

Dr.

Sloan, you have a visitor.

Melissa.

What a nice surprise.

How are you?

Much better.

You look better.

Yeah. You've been eating again, haven't
you?

Dr. Harris says that the reason why I
stopped eating was because I didn't have

any control over my life.

Except what I ate.

Or didn't.

Dr. Harris was right.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

No, it's because you helped me and my
mom face the truth.

Is that your aunt waiting outside?

Yeah. Yeah, she's staying with me until
the trial's over.

Good, good.

Open it.

Nice.

Glenn Miller, my favorite.

Well, I was going to get you that or a
blind melon. I didn't know which one.

Good choice.

Oh, thank you so much.

You know, Melissa, right now you
probably feel that nothing will ever be

again.

How do you know?

Most people feel that way when bad
things happen.

But bad things pass.

As hard as they are.

And they make us stronger.

And you're going to grow up to be a very
strong woman, Melissa. I promise you.

I believe you.

Look, I'm always here.

Anytime you want to see your friendly
face or, you know, talk.

Or listen to Glamour.

I don't know where to go.

I'd be happy to see you.

Can I hug you?

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