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Hey, Mark, what are you, brown bagging
it today? It's Dr.

Sloan of whatever happened to that
Marshall workout.

It's right here.

Sloppy. Very, very sloppy.

What are you talking about? I ran all
the tests myself. I even double -checked

them. I got it sloppy. I'm sorry. I'm a
little edgy today. I apologize.

Good morning, Mark. Jack?

It is Dr.

Sloan, please. And where in the world is
the Turlington autopsy? Well, I was

taking it to your office.

Amanda, that is sloppy. That is very,
very sloppy.

I'm sorry, Amanda. I'm a little edgy
today. But gentlemen...

This is a hospital. Lives are at stake.

We can't afford to be floppy. Yes,
exactly.

Chuck, what was that all about?

It's Dr. Stewart.

Oh, please.

Good. Hold on, Michael. I don't want to
be disturbed.

Morning.

Good morning, Dolores.

It's a pretty outfit.

Is that new?

It's old as the heels.

Well, style.

Dr. Sloan's office.

I'm sorry, Mr. Briggs. He's unavailable
right now. I'll have him call you as

soon as he's free.

Yes, I'll remind him not to park in your
space.

You're welcome.

Who was that?

Norman Briggs.

Why didn't you put him through? I wanted
to talk to him right away.

Get him back.

Mr. Briggs, Dr. Sloan's returning your
call. Hang on, please.

Listen, I want to know what's going on.

Sloppy. They said that my record
-keeping was sloppy.

Well, I want to show them sloppy. I have
got every single receipt, except that

one under your foot.

You're being audited.

You guessed it.

Norman, terribly sorry to keep you on
hold for so long.

Next time, I'll make an appointment like
a civilized human being.

All right, hold it right there.

I've been holding. How much longer do
you expect me to wait for you?

How about 10 to 20?

Goodbye, Dolores. Leaving.

What's gotten into you? The sharp claws
of the IRS, thanks to that accountant

you recommended after my accountant got
gallstones last year. Oh, Ernie Pitt, I

hear he's great.

What do you mean you hear? I thought he
was your accountant.

I do my own taxes, and I am very proud
to pay every penny I owe.

Well, where did you hear this guy Pitt?

I asked you, my therapist spoke very
highly of him. You what? Not that

anything wrong with me, just a few
insignificant phobia heights, spiders,

cheese.

Well, stay calm.

I mean, after all, you're a therapist.
He's not in jail, is he? Of course not,

Mark.

Does Pitt really do a good job for him?

Pitt is not my therapist accountant.

He's a patient.

The guy who's doing my taxes is a
psychiatric patient.

He's a very good patient.

There's nothing to worry about. Why am I
being audited?

Oh, you don't think they actually look
at each return, do you? You were just

picked out of a slush pile of millions.

You want to get that?

So that means that neither you nor I did
anything wrong here. It's just the luck

of the draw that I'm being honored with.
Oh, exactly.

You're a champ.

Now, just relax.

Now, I have been through tons of this.

And so far, I have battened 500.

That means you lost half of it.

I know you're smoking out there.

What do you care? I'm blowing it
outside, aren't I?

You have no idea where these carcinogens
are going.

They could be sucked in by the air
conditioner and blow right in my face.

Chinese soup for breakfast.

Well, word to the Chinese.

My income tax return here is on the up
and up, isn't it? Oh, sure.

Just the creative accounting you pay me
for.

No MSG, right?

Right. Creative accounting?

Oh, yeah. I've got to leave my mark.

Each return that comes out of here is a
reflection of my personality.

I am definitely smelling MSG.

Yeah, take it back.

And while you're out, go pick up my
laundry. Mr. Pitt, I'd like you to be in

office at 10 a .m. sharp to explain your
creative accounting to the IRS.

No, I can't get away. You'll have to
come here. I have a hospital full of

patients who need my attention. You be
there, or it won't be the second -hand

smoke that kills you.

Amanda, we got a problem.

What is it? It's Mark. Dolores just
called. She said there was an emergency

she needs us right away. An emergency?
In his office. In his office? Yeah. You

don't think? I don't know what to think.
I mean, he's been under a lot of stress

lately and, uh, just the way he was
behaving today.

Yeah. Sloppy.

Very sloppy, right?

Give me a favor. Alert ICU immediately.

Uh, yeah. Tell them to prepare for a
possible cardiac emergency.

The same message as before, only this
time double.

Mark.

Oh. Hey, Dolores said that you have an
emergency.

There's an emergency, all right. There's
an IRS agent due here any minute, and

my accountant didn't show up.

There's an agent McCord here to see you.

Tell him I'll be right with him.

Look, if Pitt isn't here in about five
minutes, you two need me badly in the

all right? You got it.

That'll be all, doctors.

And remember, I want an explicit report
written. I don't tolerate any

sloppiness. Yes, doctor.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

McCord. Gretchen, IRS.

Oh, Sloan, Mark, M .D.

May I say, you look a little young to be
working for the IRS.

Well, not to imply, of course, I'm not
supremely qualified for the job.

I wouldn't imagine any job. Would you
like a job?

Of course, you have a job.

There's really no need to be nervous.

Well, I'm not nervous, actually. Just
poised for action, really. You know, in

bustling hospital like that, you never
know when you'll have to drop anything

a personal nature.

go solve that life -or -death emergency.

Although sometimes you can predict it
pretty well.

Two more minutes.

I don't know why he's getting himself
all worked up. I have been audited

and it's no big deal, as long as you're
honest and your record -keeping isn't

floppy. Well, if you were to follow my
example, you wouldn't be in this mess.

Jack Stewart, are you like me? Do you
keep meticulous records for every

deduction?

No, I just don't file a tax return.

See, I do my part by paying sales tax.

What's it, like 8 % now? Jack, I can't
believe you don't file... I'm kidding

you.

You know, some people become quite
agitated in these audits. No, really.

Yes, so I try to make it clear that it
is not a criminal investigation.

It is merely a simple accounting
procedure.

I'm an accountant, not a police officer.

You have the right to remain silent.

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

Stop. It's just a little IRS humor. Just
something to bring to you.

Melting or fizzy.

Will you excuse me just for a moment,
please?

Who are they?

Who? Jack and Amanda.

Oh, medical emergency.

What?

Imagine that happening in a hospital.

There was a real one and they didn't
call me?

Look, as soon as I get back in there.

Buzz me.

About what?

A medical emergency.

Roller skates, $119.

Ah, yes.

You know, this is such a large hospital,
and I have to move quite quickly. And I

find that if I roller skate instead of
walk, I can perform all of my duties

more efficiently.

Interesting. Unique.

Disallowed. Now, this.

What's that?

Leather recliner, $1 ,000?

Yes. You see, I use that to read the
medical journals. I must keep up on the

newest innovations, of course, in
medicine.

My accountant did assure me that this
was a legal deduction.

Do you read anything else in this chair,
Doctor?

Is that a trick question?

Yes.

No.

Congratulations, you're passing on.

Does that mean it's deductible?

Of course not.

Don't you ever... Sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Briggs, how's the patient?

All right. There's a medical emergency
needs my immediate attention. This will

have to wait.

I'm so... You traitor, you.

You parked in my space again. Because
somebody parked in mine.

That's not my problem. It is if I park
in yours.

Pitt? Pitt, come on out here.

Your days are numbered, Pitt.

Pitt, if you don't open up, you're out.

And so I came in late and I found him
hovering over the body. I was leaning.

Admiring his handiwork. I was examining
the wound.

His hands wrapped around Mr. Pitt's
throat. I was checking his... Why would

strangle him if I just stabbed him? Are
you admitting you stabbed him?

No. Detective, take a look at this.

There's several messages on the
answering machine.

Yeah, I got your message. You okay?

Oh, I'm glad to see you. I gotta get
back to the hospital. Can you get me out

here? No problem. Who's the officer in
charge?

Uh, that one.

This is Avery Decker calling.

You can't duck me forever, Pitt. And you
know something? Most fatal accidents

happen at home.

Think about it.

Detective Van Sickle?

Oh, do I know you?

Detective Sloan.

I waited for you all night.

Let me make it up to you.

You can't.

We're through.

I warned you once, Pitt, and Nick Cove
doesn't repeat himself.

You're going to pay for what you took,
and Nick Cove is going to collect.

Listen, detective, my father has to get
back to the hospital.

Well, your father is the prime suspect
in the brutal murder here.

What about all those threats on the
answering machine? Aren't those people

suspects? Yes, well, none of them were
found hovering over the body.

Leaning. I was leaning.

Come on, what possible motive could my
father have?

Pitt, this is Mark Sloan. If you're not
in my office in five minutes, I'll kill

you.

It's figure of speech.

I forgot it at the minute I said it.

Sloan again. Same message as before,
only this time, double.

My office. Ten o 'clock tomorrow
morning. I suggest you bring a lawyer.

Dr. Sloan already has at 10 o 'clock.

Gretchen McCord, IRS.

We were in the middle of an audit when
Dr. Sloan was called away on a medical

emergency, so I decided to track down
his accountant instead.

Imagine my surprise when I got here.

Well, a criminal investigation, Miss
McCord, does take precedence over a tax

audit, I'm afraid.

But the murder may well tie into Dr.
Sloan's finances.

Of course, I would share any data that I
found with you immediately.

All right.

You can see Dr. Sloan in the morning.
I'll meet with him in the early

and we can compare notes and coordinate
our attack.

Linda.

They're just sick hands. Mm -hmm. Bad
sign.

Oh, trouble.

Did she say attack?

Mario.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, the family's fine.

Look, Mario, this is not a social call.

Now listen to me.

My tax returns, they're on the up and
up, right? I mean, there's nothing in

there that can bounce back and kick me
where it hurts later, right?

Wait a minute.

No, what do you mean a few things are a
little iffy?

I don't pay you to be iffy. What things
are iffy?

A trip to Hawaii?

What are you talking about?

You're the one who told me that if I
discussed medicine with the girl, it was

tax deductible.

Well, I'm not going to get into that
right now, Mary. Just listen to me.

Put down whatever you're doing, and I
want you to take out all the iffies,

right? And file an amended return. You
got that?

All right. Tell me you understand.

Great. Goodbye.

Boy, am I glad this is for you.

What did we come up with?

Come up with?

I haven't come up with anything.

You heard Lieutenant Van Sickle. I am
not only a suspect, I have moved my way

to prime.

Suspect. Exactly. And if I was to aid a
murder suspect, I could be suspended. Or

worse.

What are you doing here?

Came for breakfast.

Love the food here. Oh, yeah, all that
good starch.

And now that I'm finished, I'm going to
bust my tray.

I'm sure no one will disturb this file
while I'm gone.

Hey, Josh. Hi.

Hi, Mark. What do you got there?

Nothing. Doesn't have anything.

Steve's not helping me.

Your own father.

When?

Pitt got his accounting degree from a
correspondence school?

Yeah. What do you have to do? Draw
Sparky or something?

Morning.

What's that?

Nothing. Steve's not helping, Mark.

His own father?

Officially, I'm not even here.

Anyway, Pitt died from a stab wound to
his heart, but there was also a very

bruise to his stomach.

You know, I'm more interested in those
two guys who called and threatened Pitt

on his answering machine.

One was a lawyer named Avery Decker, and
the other was Nick Cope. He's a karate

instructor, and they were both Pitt's
clients.

Okay, I'm gonna get my file now, head
back to the precinct.

Thanks for not stopping by.

It's always great not seeing you. If
anything else turns up, I'll be sure not

stop by again.

Thanks for not helping me when I needed
you, sir.

Anytime.

It's good for not being here. Mm -hmm.
So now what?

I think the first order of business is
to find out why Cove and Decker

threatened Pitt.

And whether either one of them was angry
enough to go through with it.

You know, I've always been interested in
learning self -defense.

Perhaps Mr. Cove has an open clap.

You know, nobody knows more secrets
about a guy than his secretary.

True.

And you, Lieutenant Van Sickle, did say
that I should contact a lawyer.

Well, he's right.

Hey, how's Steve doing?

I don't know. I haven't seen him lately.

Dr.

Sloan, we have an audit to conduct.
Remember?

Agent McCord, my accountant, was just
murdered.

So? Maybe you did it. Should I reward
you by stopping my investigation?

Well, I mean, can't you put it on hold
for a few days? Absolutely not. The way

things are looking for you, if I wait
any longer, I'll be doing it on death

Dr. Sloan, please, we don't have time
right now to be discussing your personal

problems. We have a patient in ER.

Yes, and he's experiencing an auricular
arrhythmia.

Compounded by several acute ventricular
extrasystoles, which could signal very

serious life -threatening cardiac
arrhythmias, so if you don't mind.

I'm sorry, Agent McCord. As you can see,
this is a life -or -death situation.

Feel free to sit in my office until I
have the patient stabilized.

May I help you?

You're Nick Cove?

Awesome, isn't it?

Would you like to see more of me?

I beg your pardon?

I've got Nick Cove videos, Nick Cove
posters, Nick Cove active wear.

Yeah, well, that's great, but I'm
interested in the private lessons.

Of course you are.

Everybody wants to learn from the
master.

But Nick Cove is a martial arts
superstar.

His time is very valuable.

Well, I doubt very much that the manager
of my trust fund would have recommended

you if he didn't think I could afford
the lesson.

A fucking trust fund. Why didn't you say
so?

You don't want lessons.

I don't? What you want is Nick Cove
perspective.

Now's your chance to join the elite few.

Lucky enough to own shares.

A death kicker.

Nick Cove's new powerhouse motion
picture.

Well, you'll have to forgive me. I had
no idea that you were a movie star, too.

No one knew Steven Seagal was, either.

Until he made a movie.

Even after he opened his mouth, it
didn't hurt him. You know, people who

invest back then?

are kicking themselves today.

You get it? They're kicking themselves.

You see, Nick Cove has a lighter side.

Makes him very appealing to women.

Yeah, well, that's very interesting. But
I never make any investments unless I

talk to Ernie Pitt first.

Ernie Pitt manages your money?

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, he does.

You're wasting my time.

Well, what if I want to invest?

If Ernie Pitt is your accountant,
whatever cash you had is long gone.

Are you speaking from personal
experience?

Money's not the only thing he stole from
me.

But Nick Cove taught him a lesson he
won't soon forget.

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

I thought I could handle it, but... I'm
just seeing the old place again.

Who are you?

I'm Ernie Pitt.

Ernie Pitt's dead.

Murdered. I know.

I'm his nephew.

I was named after him.

Nephew? Uh -huh.

Ernie, my Ernie, the dead Ernie, never
mentioned he had a nephew.

In fact, he never even mentioned a
brother.

Well, that's because they... That's
because they stopped speaking years ago.

But, uh, actually, a few weeks ago, my
dad got really sick, and, uh, lying

in his bed, he says to me, he says, go
to your Uncle Ernie.

Tell him. Tell him that I love him.

Tell him. I'm sorry. Oh, you poor man.
I'm just going to go.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, thank you.

Could I get you something?

A glass of water? A box of tissues?

Coffee would be nice.

Make sure you have a cup of coffee.

Dad finally wanted to...

Patch things up.

But I guess I'll have to wait till
they're reunited in heaven.

Dear old Uncle Ernie.

You know, nothing can stop his
wanderlust.

Are you kidding? He never left the
house.

Sent me out for everything.

Must have been the plane crash.

Plane crash?

Yeah.

May I sit down?

Yes,

it was just outside of Las Vegas.

I was on those little commuter flights.

He was the sole survivor.

That explains why he was so nervous
about having me book his ticket.

I had no idea.

I thought it was because of his Cayman
Island accounts.

Whoops. I forget I said that.

Well, my dad would be very happy to know
that his baby brother had somebody so

kind and so beautiful looking after him.

The late Ernie Pitt's office.

No, I'm not alone.

I've got the entire World Wrestling
Foundation with me, and they're all

than you.

Sure, come on over.

You can hear my screams of ecstasy.

Can you believe it? My ex -boyfriend
thinks he still owns me.

He's so jealous, he even thought I was
shacking up with Ernie.

Of all the idiotic, disgusting,
repulsive...

Not that your uncle wasn't a great guy
and everything.

I have to go. I have to tell Dad. Thank
you.

Frank? Hi, Amanda Bentley.

I couldn't be better than you.

Marvelous. Frank, do you remember when
we had dinner the other night?

Yes. The champagne, the caviar, the
romantic stroll on the beach. I still

have all of the shells. However, Frank,
I was wondering, did we discuss

business?

Would you be willing to swear to that in
court?

Bless you. Bye -bye.

Excuse me. I'm Dr. Mark Sloan. I'd like
to see Avery Decker.

Not as much as he wants to see you.

He just got here.

I've been waiting for you all morning.
You have?

You'll find everything you need in here.

You know the drill?

Drill?

When you finish the exam, send the
patient back and we'll process them

If you need more insurance forms, let
Roland know.

Number 118, you're up.

Oh, come on in.

Now sit down. Number 118.

What happened to you?

I was rear -ended by a truck.

Oh, were you in the car?

It's a joke.

You have any tingling in the toes?

Oh, yeah, lots of tingling. Shooting
pains in the thumb?

Constantly. Nose cramps? Night and day.

So how much do you think I'm going to
get this time, Doc? Ten years.

For what?

Insurance fraud, son.

Go home.

I don't recall seeing anything about
your private practice on your tax

What are you doing here? I followed you
from the hospital. I hope you don't

think that little medical emergency
routine of yours would keep me from...

the hell's wrong with you?

Just a moment. There's no way to talk to
a patient.

I'm not a... I'm about to take an insult
like that, and I thoroughly agree with

you, Miss Groggins.

These people were in terrible car
accidents. No treatment, no expenses,

much. I want this woman sent out of here
on a stretcher.

I'm going to report you to the AMA.

Where are you going?

Medical emergency.

Dr. Cooper, sorry I'm late. My
malpractice hearing went longer than I

So, what do we have here?

Personal injury or corporate negligence?

Go on in there.

If this is our guy, who just left?

Follow Dr.

Sloan, and I don't care whether he's an
insurance inspector or a reporter or a

cop. See that he takes what he's learned
to the grave.

And don't forget our company motto.

Make it look like an accident.

You've got to believe me.

I went there to find out why Avery
Decker left a threatening message on

Pitt's answering machine.

And before I knew it, I was examining
patients for insurance fraud.

You know, once you're behind bars, you
really should try your hand at writing.

You're very good at fiction.

Think we're onto something?

I hope there's not the last word I ever
hear.

This is

terrific. We're run off the road. We're
nearly killed and you're jumping for

joy? Don't you see?

Whoever did this thinks I'm getting
close.

Close to what?

The murderer.

Are you?

No.

What are you so damn happy about?

As long as the murderer thinks I am,
he'll go after me again.

Then we got him.

Wait a minute.

Where do you get this wee stuff?

I am an internal revenue field agent
person.

I don't go chasing after murderers. I
mean, unless they owe back taxes.

Now, I'm going to go and I'm going to
call a tow truck and then I'm turning

in. Wait just a minute.

It looks like a medical emergency. Oh,
I'm not going to fall for that routine.

Stop following me.

Well, I wouldn't have to if you'd return
my calls.

What are you doing at my father's house?

Searching a suspected murderer's house
for evidence.

Well, what about Nick Cove and Avery
Decker? Aren't they suspects, too?

They, however, were not found hovering
over the body.

Leaning. He was leaning, for God's
sakes.

You got the warrant?

Yes, ma 'am.

Break it down.

Wait a minute.

Once again, you robbed me of any
pleasure.

You know, as I recall, you didn't have
any complaints the last time we were

together. Well, I wouldn't trust your
memory.

If it were any good, you wouldn't have
forgotten the weekend that we'd planned.

I was pulled into a stakeout. An all
-night stakeout. By the time I got to a

phone, you'd already checked out.

It got a little depressing playing
solitaire in the honeymoon suite.

Are you taking this out on my father? Is
that why he's made the...

Grade to prime suspect?

That is low and rotten, and considering
the source, not surprising.

Look, Pitt was skimming money from his
clients, your father included.

Now, to us law enforcement types, that
spells motive.

Oh, and exactly what do you expect to
find here?

It's what I'm not going to find that
intrigues me.

Oh, so he's missing a steak knife. So
what?

So the knife in Pitt's chest came from a
set he gave his Christmas present.

Like father, like son.

Now I know where you learned to stab
people in the heart.

Dorothea, listen, I've got to talk to
Barclay right away.

Well, honey, tell his parole officer
this is an emergency.

Barclay, did you do some fancy dancing
on my tax returns?

This is no time to be modest, Mr.
Thayer.

Okay, if I wanted it, what's all this
fancy footwork going to cost me?

Put your parole officer on.

I'm sorry I fainted. I really cannot
stand the sight of blood.

Oh, and that didn't disqualify you as an
IRS agent, huh?

Mark, we've got to talk.

Well, you can say anything you want to
in front of Agent McCord, because I have

nothing to hide from the IRS.

Just your private practice.

You have a private practice?

No.

What'd you find out?

Nadine booked Pitt on a one -way trip to
the Cayman Islands.

That's where a lot of my relatives do
their laundry, if you know what I mean.

I do.

What was your name again?

It's, uh, it's Briggs.

Norman Briggs.

B -R -I -G -G -S.

Did you learn anything from Cove?

He told me he taught Ernie Pitt a lesson
he won't soon forget.

No, murder is memorable.

And you know that Detective Van Sickle?
She just got finished searching your

office and she's out in the hallways
looking everywhere for you. Well, I've

already told the police everything I
have to say.

Well, then you better take a powder if
you don't want to get hauled downtown.

Don't just stand there.

Call the morgue.

Could you tell me where I might find a
Dr. Mark Sloan, please?

Yeah, he's in examination room three.
It's down the hall, way down the hall.

Thank you very much.

All right.

All right, it's clear.

All right, here you go.

Thanks.

So you did believe me.

I believe the sooner the real killer is
caught, the sooner I can nail you for

tax fraud.

No, it's just a picture.

Look in Pitt's files and see if you can
find anything that might connect him

with Decker's insurance scammer. Give us
a moment. I got it. Call you later.

You know, I want to thank you.

For what?

For believing me.

What's the matter?

I'm just ruined.

That's all.

Because you believe I'm innocent?

For eight years, I sat behind a desk,
double -checking figures.

begging them to give me a field
assignment.

I know they said that she was too soft.

I'm too nice.

And finally they gave me a chance to
prove myself.

Why was your first case?

A return so riddled with inaccuracies
that even soft -serve McCord

couldn't screw it up.

I was going to break you like a piggy
bank just to prove to them that I could.

And then look what happened.

Don't you see? You saw beyond the
numbers on the tax return to the human

behind it. You let reason and
understanding triumph over blind

Exactly.

I'm finished.

Well, surely even IRS agents are allowed
to be human.

You're so naive.

Got your message?

I knew you couldn't stay mad at me.

Look, I went to the hospital to bring
your father in for questioning, but he

took off.

You better get him to turn himself in,
Steve. The longer he stays out, the

it looks.

What, has he graduated from prime
suspect to only suspect now?

Well, we found these in his office.

Insurance forms.

Well, considering he's a doctor, I guess
I'm not as shocked as I should be.

Bunko has been on to Avery Decker for
months. He stages accidents, then gets

compliant doctors to file phony medical
reports.

And you think Mark Sloan, head of
internal medicine at Community General

Hospital, consultant to the police
department, is moonlighting as one of

doctors?

It's a good thing we're not personally
involved anymore, Claire.

Put a hell of a strain in a
relationship, and I laughed in your face

theory. Yeah, well, laugh all you like.

But it tracks.

Sloan does the fake exams.

Decker files the phony claim.

Pitt launders the money. But Pitt gets
greedy, decides to make off with the

cash, so your father does a little
impromptu open -heart surgery on him

steak knife.

Detective Sloan, you have a call on line
six.

Here's your phone.

Hello?

Hi, son. Can you talk?

Uh, listen, there's a little static on
this line. Can you hold on while I

phones?

Dad, you've got to stop running.

I can't.

Why? People are chasing me.

As long as you're not there, you're just
making yourself look guilty.

In the meantime, I have no energy to
spend investigating other suspects.

That's why I called. I want you to
investigate Avery Decker.

I think he tried to have me killed.

There's just one more good reason to
turn yourself in.

Wrong number.

Hung up on me.

Want to dance?

This is a very strange audit.

Chased by killers, on the run from
police, and now dinner and dancing.

Well, shame to let the dance floor go to
waste while we're waiting for Jeff and

Amanda.

You know, for the first time today.

I actually feel comfortable and in
control.

That's because you're leading.

Oh, I'm so sorry. It's fine.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I worked late and fell asleep.

Your turn.

I just wanted to have one last look
before I went back to Brooklyn.

And what were you doing at the file
cabinet?

I just wanted to see if, you know, my
uncle Ernie left anything for my dad.

know, a letter, a note or something,
saying that it was okay between them.

Because he doesn't have much longer, and
I just...

I just wanted to bring him something
that would make his last days a little

happier. Oh, you poor man.

You poor man.

Always thinking of others.

Nobody two times Nick Cove. I thought
you learned that when I took care of

boss. Nick Cove is your boyfriend?

Ex -boyfriend.

So you've heard of me.

Heard of you?

Hey, man, come on.

I'm one of your biggest fans.

Did I say what a pleasure it is to meet
you?

Great. When I'm done, I'll autograph
your cast.

It's a nerve pinch. Very simple, very
painful.

That's not fair!

Yeah? Well, he was a knife in the heart.

That didn't stop me from killing Ernie
Pitt.

Nick killed Ernie?

No. I just roughed him up. The old spin
kick to the gut, you know?

Or should I believe you?

The knife.

Nick Cope does not use weapons.

Nick Cope is a weapon.

All right.

Okay.

Not so fast.

our relationship.

Excuse me, Papa.

Well, I can see running away from the
law hasn't gotten in the way of your

social life.

Temporary refuge. Nobody would think of
looking for me in here. What did you

find out? Well, it turns out that Cove
and Nadine will love us.

And Cove thought Pitt was making moves
on us, so he went over to the house to

beat him up.

Only Pitt wouldn't come out to play.

So Cove broke in and gave Pitt one of
his famous spin kicks, and that's how he

got the bruise to the stomach.

Where does that leave us?

It leaves us with a dead accountant, a
plane ticket to the Cayman Islands,

and... And everything pointing to you.

The plane ticket.

That's our killer's confession right
there.

Uh, Dr. Mark Sloan?

You were wanted in connection with the
murder of Ernie Pitt.

How'd you find us?

I knew if I stuck with you and Amanda,
eventually you'd lead me to Dad.

Your own father.

How could you?

I had to.

Dad, it's for your own good.

I used to say that to you when I sent
you up to your room.

Dr. Sloan -Shelby. Just a minute. What
are the charges?

No charges.

Yet. We're just bringing him in for
questioning.

Well, then I'm afraid that my federal
indictment takes precedent.

What federal indictment?

Dr. Sloan has pleaded guilty to tax
evasion.

You have?

I couldn't live with the guilt.

This is a murder case. Can't I at least
talk to the man? Well, call my office in

the morning. First thing, we'll work
something out.

That was good thinking.

I'll talk to you tonight and tomorrow
morning. Any ideas?

You're going to finish your audits.

What are you going to do? Leave the
country, of course.

Yes? Yes, Gretchen McCord, IRS.

Can we talk?

Sure, why not?

I was just boxing up Ernie's records.

Ah, well, you'll have to unbox them.
We've got quite a lot of work to do.

What kind of work?

Sorting out all the files.

Examining each account.

Verifying and rechecking every
transaction for the smallest

Why?

Tax evasion, dear lady.

Whose? Your late boss's. And every one
of his clients. I'm convinced that Dr.

Sloan is merely the tip of the iceberg.

So, how soon do you think you could have
this ready for me?

Give me an hour or two.

Very good.

An hour.

Excellent.

I'll be back after lunch.

Hello.

You'll be in first class?

Seat 3B. Thank you. Thank you.

I'm

sorry.

There's no smoking to our flight.

Does flying make you nervous or are you
just worried about going to prison?

Dr. Sloan.

You should be asking yourself that
question. You're the guy who killed poor

Ernie.

I didn't kill Ernie Pitt. You did.

And you admitted that the moment you
booked him on this flight.

Something wrong with Ernie getting a
tan?

Ernie Pitt wouldn't go to the Cayman
Islands.

Or any place else, for that matter. He
was an agoraphobic.

Well, that's ridiculous.

No one wears Angora on the Cayman
Islands. It's a tropical resort.

Agoraphobic. He was afraid of open
spaces.

Well, maybe he was afraid of snakes,
too.

But we'll never know.

Unless he's speaking to you from beyond
the grave.

Why do you think Ernie worked out of his
home?

Earned his degree through the mail?

Had all of his food delivered?

Set you out for everything he needed?

Because he was a selfish, lazy bum who
thought I was his personal slave.

Ernie was afraid to leave the house.

It's why he wouldn't meet me at the
hospital, why he was seeing a

who specialized in phobias.

Ernie wouldn't take a walk across the
street, much less a trip to the Cayman

Islands.

Maybe he was trying to conquer his fear.

Maybe. But then he would have done it in
non -smoking.

He hated cigarette smoke, remember?

I'm afraid you're going to have to
forget about any frequent flyer miles,

Nadine.

Officer.

I think we're going to find out that
Nadine was skimming the accounts, not

Ernie. She booked the flight just to
make him look guilty.

I believe I owe you an apology, Dr.
Sloan.

Don't mention it.

Okay, I owe you an apology, too.

Well, unlike some people I know, these
Sloan men are always willing to give

second chances.

Really?

What did you have in mind?

Well, I know there's a nice little bed
and breakfast place up the coast.

Ooh, that's tempting.

You can go ahead and get settled, and
then I'll be... I don't think so.

Well, all things considered, I think...
Everything turned out very well.

Oh, that's easy for you to say.

What? We recovered the $30 ,000 Nadine
skimmed off your account.

Which will just about cover my tax bill.
So, all you have to do is come up with

the penalties in the interest.

You know, you are the meanest, coldest,
most vicious woman I've ever met in my

life.

You're just saying that.

I even complained to your supervisor.

Oh, you wonderful man.