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Thank you.

How old were you then?

About six hours, I think.

Really? I didn't see a clock.

I'm Stanford, and I have eyes. I have
ears. This situation is a disgrace, and

you think I'll be a party to it, you do
not know Norman Briggs.

I quit.

Norman, are you all right?

How much did you hear?

You have eyes, you have ears, you quit.

We're going to miss you around here,
Norman.

Who gets your parking space?

I was talking about my position on the
board of the Malone Foundation.

Oh, you mean that charity group with the
free clinic?

Resigning this afternoon.

Well, Norman, you love that word.

Well, two months ago, I arranged a
special discount on medical supplies for

of the foundation's clinics.

It wasn't easy, but I managed to cut the
distributor's price by 10%. Yesterday,

I found out that Elton Malone himself
canceled the deal.

Why would he do that? Because he rules
the board like it was his own private

kingdom.

Budgeting and procurement is a disaster.

Clinics run out of supplies and
equipment.

Programs go unfunded and nobody seems to
care.

Well, I care.

It's really weird seeing Norman get so
worked up about some free clinic thing.

I thought he only cared about counting
pencils.

There's more than Norman you imagined,
Jack.

Got an update on the assignment roster
from Briggs' office.

Dolores, we just got out of six hours of
surgery. Please tell me it's good news.

Okay, it's good news.

Good, good.

Because of last month's budget cut,
you're both working Saturday shifts.

What?

Twelve to twelve.

I won't stand for it anymore.

I have eyes. I have ears. This situation
is a disgrace.

And if you think I'll be a party to it,
you don't know Elton Malone.

But you thought you could pull the wool
over my eyes forever, didn't you? Well,

you couldn't. I may be old, but I'm not
blind.

What wool, Elton? What are you talking
about? I'm talking about embezzlement,

Mr. Slater.

Embezzlement? Well, surely an investment
broker like yourself can understand the

concept of embezzlement, Mr. Damon.

You mean stealing?

I mean the systematic theft of
foundation funds by one of the people in

room. You're not serious.

There's $300 ,000 missing from our
purchase and supply account.

Now, as the wife of a congressman
accustomed to accepting bribes, oh, I

contributions, you may not call $300
,000 serious, Mrs. Shaw, but I do.

How do you know one of us took it? I
could say the same way I know you run a

brewery, Slater, by smell.

But the fact is, only we five members of
the board have access to the account in

question.

That's outrageous.

I'm leaving.

Sit down, Mrs. Shaw.

Unless you want your husband's name tied
to the scandal.

Not going too fast for you, am I,
Jennifer?

Oh, no, sir. I've got every word.

Well, be sure to get this.

This morning, I found proof of the
thief's identity.

To avoid scandal, I'll give the thief
until the end of business today to

the missing money.

Otherwise, I turn everything over to the
district attorney.

And that is my final word.

It's the balloon.

Oh, my God.

He wasn't kidding.

About what?

Those being his final words.

He's dead.

Why did they have to use that picture?

Even my mother says it makes me look
like a criminal.

You have to admit, your eyes do look a
little shifty.

I had a headache.

I always scream when I have a headache.

Well, Norman, you may have a bigger
headache coming. It says here that bank

auditors have confirmed that $300 ,000
is missing from the Foundation's main

account.

By the way, Norman, is that a new suit?

You said that Malone has some kind of
evidence in an envelope?

The police say there was nothing inside
but a blank sheet of paper, Mark.

So Malone was bluffing.

You know, Malone was probably hoping
that the threat itself would make the

embezzler reveal himself.

The head of the hospital called me at
home last night.

He wants a full report concerning my
activities with the Malone Foundation.

Very Kafkaesque. Very.

Oh, Norman, he can't think you had
anything to do with taking the

money. Life couldn't possibly get any
worse.

We got the toxicology report back.

Elton Malone was murdered.

What? You were saying, Norman?

Oh, God.

Somebody put fast -acting poison on the
gum flap of the emerald. So when he left

it, he left it to... He poisoned
himself.

It's a homicide investigation now.

Every member of that board is a murder
suspect.

Everyone?

Officially, even you, Norman.

Why? There's a bright side here.

And what may I ask of that, Dr. Stewart?

Oh, Norman, if you go to jail, the
hospital can rent your office out.

So even in prison, you'll be helping out
dear old community general.

Would you please excuse me? I don't feel
very well.

Thank you, Steve.

You need to really work on your bedside
manner, Dr. Stewart. What?

Come on, it was a joke.

You thought it was funny. Steve, come
on.

Steve, you thought that was funny,
right?

They hate me.

They all hate me.

They think all I care about is saving
money.

Especially Jack.

You think Jack's a good doctor?

One of the best.

You ever tell them that?

For now, we'll just have to muddle
through without my compliments.

I have other things on my mind.

Tell me about your fellow board members.

Well, there's Mort Slater. He owns a
brewery. He seems to do very well.

And there's Christine.

Sure, she inherited money on her
husband's running for Congress.

They're all right.

Alexander Damon.

What about Damon?

Damon's an investment broker.

He lives very, very well.

But a few months ago, I heard he was
having trouble finding clients.

I don't know, maybe the recession and
everything.

Then tell me everything you know about
his business, where I can find him.

Yes, I'm here to see one of your guests,
Alexander Damon. He's expecting me.

Excuse me, sir.

Mr. Damon's on the Empire Suite. I'd be
happy to show you up if you'd like. Oh,

thank you.

Never mind.

I understand.

No, look. Tell Zork that if they want
in, I expect a cashier's check deposited

to our account at the Swiss Bank no
later than tomorrow morning.

No more delay.

Capisce?

Good.

Excuse me?

Accountants, Dr. Sloan, are the bane of
my existence.

What they obviously lack in imagination,
they more than make up for in pig

-headedness.

No, when it comes to money, I prefer
dealing with principles like yourself.

Thank you.

On the phone, you mentioned something
about being interested in investments.

Oh, yes. I wanted to ask a few questions
first for me.

Fire away.

Just exactly what kind of investments do
you broker, Mr. David?

Art, Dr. Sloan. My investors buy and
sell fine art. I advise and assist them.

If you understood that fine art, the
market kind of collapsed in the late

didn't it? Oh, not at all. As a matter
of fact, if one knows what one is doing,

it's quite a lucrative market.

Well, I obviously couldn't live like
this if I didn't know what I was doing.

Very reassuring.

Let me show you something.

It's really very interesting.

Oh, yeah. It looks better that way.

What is that?

It's a Picasso pencil sketch.

Picasso? No wonder I didn't know what I
was looking at.

Previously unknown, this was recently
discovered in a restaurant in Madrid.

It's really quite an interesting story.
You see, Picasso used to pay his

restaurant bills with sketches on
napkins.

Is that a fact?

Well, that probably explains the coffee
stain right there.

My investors will buy this for half a
million dollars.

Half a million dollars for a napkin?

I have a dealer in Tokyo who will take
this from us right now for two million.

Yes,

Alexander Damon?

I almost forgot.

Yes, I understand.

Yes, thank you. I'll be down soon.

It's my chauffeur.

I'm expected at a funeral in an hour.
Oh, of course.

So, Dr. Sloan, can I put you down for a
share in the invest? Well, how much have

you raised so far?

$300 ,000.

Oh, that's a lot of money.

Have any trouble getting it together?

Oh, not at all.

So, are you in, doctor?

Oh. Put me down for $200 ,000. $200
,000, eh?

No, dollars.

$200 ,000?

What's life without a little risk?

Shoot, yes, I'd like the Empire Suite,
please.

I'm sorry, sir. The Empire Suite is
unavailable. I can put you in the

Presidential Suite.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Cardinal was quite specific. It has to
be the Empire Suite.

You sure it's not available?

The Empire Suite is on permanent lease
to Sheikh Abdul Ben Lafar of Saudi

Arabia. Abdul Ben Lafar. That would make
his initials A -B -L.

Yes, you're right on top of things, sir.

The sheik's out of town right now?

Yes, he is.

Of course we want to accommodate the
cardinal.

Just which cardinal would that be?

One of the St. Louis cardinals. But
he'll just have to stay with the rest of

team.

This is going to cost you.

Lawrence, do I detect a faint whiff of
blackmail in the air? That's no whiff,

Doc. That's a full -fledged bouquet.

If I do this little service for you,
you're going to do your paperwork.

All six months of it.

Six months?

Time flies, don't it?

He'll do it.

So you can actually tap into Alexander
Damon's financial records on your

hospital computer?

Well, as a broker, he has to file with
the SEC, and that's all public data.

Ah, there. We're in.

I didn't mean that.

Go right there.

Isn't he?

Dolores, you are as brilliant as you are
beautiful.

But you still got to do your paperwork.

We better get cracking, Dad. Elton
Malone's funeral is in a half an hour.

Oh, darn.

And I was so looking forward to diving
into that pile of work. Well, life is

sometimes unfair.

You can run, but you can't hide, Doc. My
paperwork and I will track you down.

I know where you live.

In the sweat of thy face.

shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground.

For out of it wast thou taken, for dust
thou art, and unto dust

shalt thou return.

May he rest in peace.

Amen.

Alexander Damon, Lieutenant Sloan,
Homicide.

You were warned not to leave town
pending our investigation into the

Elton Malone.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

Then what was that ticket to London
doing in your briefcase?

Oh, Dr. Sloan, your investment business
is falling apart, Mr. Damon.

Well, that's ridiculous.

You're so broke, you bribed a bellboy to
hold meetings in an empty hotel suite

just to keep up appearances.

According to the SEC records, you
haven't raised any new funds from

months. And yet not an hour ago, you
told me you had $300 ,000 to buy a

sketch.

Where'd you get the $300 ,000?

Embezzle it from the Malone Foundation
and then murder Elton Malone when he

threatened to expose you?

Don't you have anything to say?

I think we've heard the last from Mr.
Damon.

He's dead.

Fires, floods, earthquakes, civil
unrest, and now this.

Who said there was nothing to do in Los
Angeles? According to this, Alexander

Damon was shot by an air gun dart poking
Karari.

Karari? That's a muscle relaxant adaptor
used in general anesthesia.

It says South American natives poisoned
their arrows in it.

Poisoned arrows.

Good Lord.

Well, if Damon was shot with an air gun,
why didn't anyone else see it happen?

Because everybody was busy watching Mark
accuse him of murder and embezzlement.

Now it turns out Damon raised the $300
,000 legitimately, and he wasn't the

thief. He certainly cleared himself of
murder.

Thank you for pointing that out, Dr.
Stewart. No problem.

All right, then why did the real
embezzler kill him?

Well, maybe Damon had some information
that would have exposed the thief.

The police still have two suspects under
investigation.

Three. My bank records were subpoenaed
this morning.

Now, Norman, that is standard police
procedure.

Is that so, Dr. Bentley?

Tell that to them.

They're all thinking.

Did he do it?

Did he take that money? Did he kill all
those people? Everybody's wondering.

They're all wondering.

No, they're wondering if you're going to
schedule them for double shifts again

this month.

The union is not going to stand for any
more involuntary overtime.

I'm calling a meeting of union reps
tonight. Is there anything you want me

tell them?

Yes. What?

Tell them I didn't do it.

That man's got me worried jack.

Eh, it'll be all right.

Did you see the picture of him in the
paper this morning?

Stop it.

You know, Christine Shaw's husband's
campaigning for re -election to

That takes a lot of cash.

I wonder if their campaign needs any
volunteers.

And I'm very interested in your
husband's child care reform legislation

show. Oh, we think it's vital for the
good of the nation.

Yes.

I'd like to work for your husband's
campaign.

Well, we can always use financial
support.

Is the campaign in need of money?

Well, there's always a need.

And I know that your family has been
most generous in the past, Miss Benson.

Actually, I was hoping to work in the
campaign office first, just to get a

for things.

That would be lovely.

You're going to run out of spit.

I think I already did. My mouth feels
like cotton.

I should try using one of these.

Oh, this is a handy little gadget.

You know, you could fill it with just
about anything and just roll it right

across the flap of the envelope,
couldn't you?

That's the general idea.

Even Ferrari.

Pardon me?

Oh, my Ferrari.

You see, it's in the shop.

And I was just giving myself a mental
thought to pick it up.

So, why don't you use an automatic
envelope sealer?

Because automatic sealers cost money.

I thought the Shaw's were well off.

They had a lot of stock and savings and
loans.

That's your line, Regina.

Campaign office.

Just a second, Mr. Kirkland.

Mrs. Shaw?

Alan Kirkland on line one.

Yes, ma 'am.

And you wanted me to remind you that Mr.
Damon's funeral is this afternoon.

Right.

Mr. Kirkland?

I'll put you through now.

Creep. Who?

Kirkland, the campaign finance director.

Would he be the same person that people
refer to as the political payoff king?

Trades money for votes?

You didn't hear it from me.

Officially, I love the guy.

You must be kidding me.

Another $100 ,000?

That makes $300 ,000 a month.

And it would take care of everything.

All right.

But I have to go to her funeral first.

You tell your friends.

This is the last silver that crosses
their greasy palms.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat
bread until thou return unto the ground.

For out of it wast thou taken, for dust
thou art, and unto dust shalt

thou return.

May he rest in peace.

Amen.

Were you and Mr. Damon close?

I hardly knew him.

He used to say hello to me at every
board meeting.

He would tease me about my notes.

We had a nice smile.

Norman!

What are you doing here?

Helping a friend.

Watch.

Christine Shaw.

Lieutenant Sloan. Homicide.

Were you a friend of Mr. Damon's?

I'm afraid I'm here on official
business.

Ask her about the money, Steve.

What money?

Amanda, please, let me handle this.

The $100 ,000 you were planning on
giving your campaign finance director,

Kirkland. Where'd you get it, Mrs. Shaw?
Campaign strapped, your husband's

broke. Did you take the money from the
Malone Foundation?

And when you were threatened with
exposure, did you kill Alan Malone? Did

Alexander Damon find out about it? Is
that why you killed him, too?

You're insane, the whole lot of you.

Dark, raving bonkers.

Guess what?

You all right?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

Look at

this,

Mark.

Christine Shaw cashed in her last trust
fund to finance her husband's campaign.

And now he's dropping out of the race.

For a man who just lost his wife and
abandoned his political ambitions,

Shaw looks awfully happy.

I think they were more his wife's
ambitions than his own. Yeah.

Poor Norman.

Don't dab the mop.

Swirl it.

You're wasting soap. Wake up, man. Every
penny counts.

Nice to see he's over his depression
anyway.

Where's your monthly chief of medicine
performance survey? How can I crunch

budget performance ratios if I don't get
up -to -date input from department

heads? Don't you have a pathology lab to
oversee, Dr. Bentley?

Yes, and I'm on my way. The Tigers lose.

Hello. I warned you about those.

No, I just got here.

Hospital insurance doesn't cover
injuries to senior personnel wearing

skates inside.

And look what you're doing to the
carpet.

What is this, a roller rink or a
hospital, Mark?

Hey.

Norman, you got a big problem down in
the cafeteria.

Seems that somebody used an extra
ketchup packet without filing a

Hey, Marty, here's the chart you wanted
on Jennifer Sweeney, the woman that

fainted at the funeral.

You wanted to see before she was
discharged.

You think my job is funny, Dr. Stewart?

It amuses the hell out of me.

Jack, maybe you won't think it's so
amusing the next time your contract

my desk for administrative review.

Norman, lighten up. I was just... And
don't call me Norman.

My name is Mr. Briggs. Remember that in
the future.

Swirl. You're not swirling. You're
dipping.

Come on, swirl and swirl.

Man, who let his fuse?

You did, my friend. And I think you owe
him an apology.

What? Come on, Mark. I was just... Look,
I know what you were doing. And so did

he. So did you.

Hmm?

I apologize for Reagan. Apology
accepted. Good. Fine. Great.

For what it's worth, I don't think you
did it.

I wish the hospital chairman shared your
high opinion of me.

He wants my resignation.

You're kidding.

I said it's for the good of the
hospital.

What about Steve? What does he say? Any
new leads or anything?

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not a one.

But it has to be Mort Slater.

He's the only other member of the board
left.

There's an article in the Financial
Daily Times.

His business is rumored to be in
trouble.

He must have taken the foundation's
money.

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

No, I don't. Why not?

I'll tell you.

Mort Slater's like a legend in my old
neighborhood.

I don't care what anybody says or any
newspaper writes, this guy's doing fine.

So unless I'm way off base here, there's
no way he needs to steal anybody's

money. And you think I took it?

No, I didn't say that.

Well, if Alexander Damon didn't take it,
and Christine Shaw didn't take it, and

you say Mort Slater didn't take it, then
I'd take it. I must have taken it.

Thank you for your vote of confidence,
Dr. Stewart.

You're welcome.

Well, Miss Sweeney, it looks like we'll
lose you today.

Miss Sweeney?

Jennifer?

I'm not leaving.

Pardon? You can't make me go.

Well, we've had you here under
observation for two days already, and

fine. You just fainted under stress,
that's all.

Well, one of the other doctors said that
I have high blood pressure.

Fractionally. And besides, a high blood
pressure shouldn't be fatal unless you

don't take good care of it. And even
this family history of heart trouble,

you're no danger at all.

Three people are dead, and you say I'm
in no danger?

Everyone who was in that boardroom is
being murdered, Dr. Sloan.

I don't want to be next.

Jennifer, I doubt you're a target.

Maybe you can help me understand why the
other victims were.

Now, you attended all the Foundation's
board meetings.

I took notes.

All right, give me your impression of
Elton Malone and the other victims.

Well, Mr. Malone, he wasn't very nice.

Mr. Damon, he was charming.

He used to bring me presents from his
trips around the world.

Mrs. Shaw, she could be bossy.

I didn't like her.

What about Mort Slater?

Oh, bad breath.

I'm sorry.

It's just that he always smelled like
beer.

Nice to see you smile.

And Norman Briggs?

He reminds me of my daddy.

My father had to know where every penny
went.

He had the same set of false teeth for
ten years.

He just hated to spend money, especially
on himself.

Exactly like Norman Briggs.

Oh, but I don't think Mr. Briggs is
cheap.

I just think he's careful.

You know what I mean?

Believe it or not, they do.

Anyway, Jennifer, you're fine.

You have to go home.

Okay, I guess.

Dr. Sloan? Hmm?

Why do you wear roller skates?

It's too hard turning corners on skis.

You come looking for a job at a good
time, Jack.

We're expanding operations here the next
few months. I'm going to need some new

people. But didn't I hear that you were
starting to be a doctor or something?

Yeah, it didn't work out.

All right, it's too bad. I'm sorry to
hear it. What are you going to do?

Something's for you, good?

Better than good, Jack.

Oh, I'm glad to hear it.

Because I heard something. What did you
hear, Jack?

There was an article in some newspaper.
Yeah, the Financial Daily Times, right?

Yeah, it said that your business was in
trouble. It's the Malone Foundation

thing, Jack.

Watch your head here.

I'll tell you, I never should have
volunteered for that board. But my wife,

says it'll be good publicity.

Now, because the foundation's missing
money, I'm a suspect, and everybody

I'm broke, and my stock takes a
nosedive.

I'll tell you something, Jack.

Rumors will kill you. Come here, let me
show you something.

Let me have one of these.

Zero -cal brew.

All the beer, but none of the calories.
Are you kidding me? Is this for real?

We're shipping out 10 ,000 cases on
Monday.

You must have a lot riding on this.

Every dime I have.

But once this hits, I'll make a fortune.

So much for rumors, huh, Jack?

Hey, do you mind if I try one?

No freebies till rollout, but I'll tell
you what, Jack. You come back Monday.

I'll fill you in on the details.

I'll give you a case gratis, okay? I
gotta run. I really appreciate this. I

My pleasure, Jack. I'll see you Monday.
Okay, you got it.

I'm conducting a police investigation.

It's illegal to own lock picks if you're
not a locksmith.

What? It's a surgical tweezer and
dermatological scalpel. It's doctor

I'd never leave home without it.

The door is open. How's that?

What I didn't see, I don't know. Thanks.

Well, if he's not, that leaves Norman
Briggs.

Come on. Steve Norman might nickel and
dime me to death, but he's not a killer.

I bet you it has something to do with
this new beer.

Don't close the door.

The tools are outside.

Is it locked?

Yeah.

Zero Cal Brew.

Steve, I just want you to know that I
get a little nuts in rooms that don't

windows, okay?

Jack, you got a match?

Give me a boost.

All right.

Come on.

Okay, I'm ready. You ready? Wait. Here
we go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait. All
right.

All right.

Here we go.

Okay. Go to your right.

No, go to the other right. My right.

Will you just light the match?

Hang on.

I'm going to get wet.

What's going on? It's not working.

You sure you got the flame up to the
sensor?

I don't know. I'll try another one.

Jack,

I'm getting a cramp in my neck. I got to
put you down.

No, we got to get out of here.

Windows, locked door.

We're sealed in a tomb.

Why didn't the sprinklers work?

There's no corrosion, no cracks,
nothing.

Don't talk.

They're using up air.

You all right, Jack?

That dust is making me a little busy.

There's no dust in here.

Jack, you're claustrophobic, aren't you?

Don't tell Amanda.

Take some deep breaths.

Relax.

Close your eyes. That's it. Just picture
the white open spaces. You'll be fine.

I can't.

All I remember is being trapped in a
refrigerator when I was six years old.

It took my father four hours to find me.
Don't think about it. It's easy for you

to say.

You've never been trapped before.

Oh, yeah?

I once did a 24 -hour stakeout in a
dumpster.

Man, I'm scrunched down in the bottom of
this thing.

Pitch dark.

No air. I'm just sweating. It's smelling
like...

Rotten garbage telling the jacket the
walls Wait

a

minute Yeah

Alarm wire's been cut.

No alarms, no sprinklers.

Company in financial trouble.

I see your buddy Morris planning a torch
job.

Like I care. Get the hell out of here.

Excellent response, guys.

You've earned a commendation.

Carry on.

Here you go, Mark. Check this out.

You see that?

Zero -cal brew.

Is this really no -calorie beer? Don't
drink it!

Yeah,

the only side effect is a huge instant
hangover, which you should be feeling

right about now.

Fortunately, it only lasts for about a
minute.

A minute?

Hey, Steve, how much money do you think
Slade has spent in developing this beer?

Well, the company's quarterly
stockholder report puts the R &D figure

$10 million.

$10 million?

No way.

And all that money spent, and what has
he got?

A great -tasting beer that nobody's
going to drink twice.

Where are we going?

To a funeral.

I hope it's mine.

Look alive.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat
bread till thou return unto the ground.

For out of it wast thou taken, for dust
thou art, and unto dust shalt thou

return.

May she rest in peace.

Amen.

Mr. Shaw is so brave, isn't he?

Mort Slater, Detective Sloan, homicide.

You're under arrest for embezzlement and
murder.

What? Mrs. Slater, your brewery's about
to take a $10 million loss.

That's why you stole the Malone
Foundation funds.

Hey, look, I was about to lose $10
million. Why would I waste my time on a

$300 ,000? To pay an arsonist to
disengage your fire alarm and torch your

warehouse.

You wanted the insurance to cover your
development losses.

That's why you embezzled the money and
why you killed four people to protect

yourself.

Mr. Slater, you have the right to remain
silent.

I wish you hadn't said that, son.

It could be worse.

How exactly could it be any worse, Dr.
Stewart?

Well, we know Mort Slater took the
Foundation's money.

What's your point?

My point is that it's at least one thing
Norman didn't do.

It's not funny.

But you don't know who killed Slater or
the other members of the board, and you

don't know why.

True. All you know is it was somebody
who was at each of the funerals and had

gripe against the board.

Right. And you do know I was planning to
quit the board, how angry I was at

Malone, that I work at a hospital.

I have access to Karari drugs, and I'm
the last one left alive.

It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to
realize I'm the only possible suspect.

You convinced me.

Jack, it isn't funny.

Look, Norman. Mark.

Never mind.

Would you please give this to... the
chairman for me?

His resignation.

Oh, for crying out...

Monkey, do me a favor and cover my
patients.

Sure, Dad. Thanks.

It can't be done.

It's the silliest thing for him to do.

That's right.

Records need your signature on this
patient's charge. Okay.

Look at the doors.

Yeah.

High blood pressure?

Hmm?

Dolores, would you call the coroner's
office? I want to get some information

a death certificate.

Sure.

Come in.

Mr. Gray.

Um... You were right about once later.

I was wrong.

I don't think that really matters right
now, does it?

I guess not.

I wanted to say it anyway.

You went to Yale?

Yale School of Management.

Class of 78.

There you are.

Wait a minute.

You were voted most popular?

80 % of my class majored in corporate
studies.

I chose hospital administration.

You know why?

I can't believe you used to be this
thin.

I wanted to help people.

You spent two years in the Peace Corps
before you went to graduate school?

You went to Nigeria?

Norman, how come we don't know any
things about you?

We never asked.

Jack.

What happened to me?

Where did I go wrong?

Want the truth?

Yes.

You started paying more attention to
process.

You know what I mean? You worry more
about filing the proper form than

patient gets well or not.

This hospital ran a deficit two years in
a row before I got here.

Community General came this close to
shutting down.

Really?

I didn't know that.

Because doctors think medicine is just
about curing people.

If I didn't take care of that budget, we
wouldn't have a hospital.

That's what I keep telling myself.

Yes, you're right.

I volunteered for the Malone Foundation
because I wanted to feel good about my

work again.

Here I have to save money.

Pinch pennies.

They were going to spend it.

Open free clinics.

Provide equipment and medical supplies.

You know, my Uncle Frankie...

He trains heavyweights, and he always
says that there's a time to quit and a

time to fight.

Maybe this is the time for you to fight.

You want me to stay?

Yeah, well, you know, if you leave, who
am I going to rag on?

Right? I mean, Mark's like my father,
and Amanda's too good -looking.

And Dolores, she'll deck me, so...

No, you got to stay for that.

Thank you, Jack.

But under the circumstances, I don't
think that's possible.

Norman, let's go. We'll be late.

Late? Late for what?

Funeral. Come on.

Oh.

Oh, God, no.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat
bread till thou return unto the ground,

for out of it wast thou taken, for dust
thou art, and unto dust shalt thou

return. May he rest in peace. Amen.

All units, move in. We've got a man
down.

Hey, look out for me.

Norman. All right, everybody, please
stay where you are.

Steve, I thought you gave him a vest.

I did.

Oh, my God. She got me. She got me.
Norman, I think you just fainted.

I fainted. I fainted.

Didn't have a chance to use your blowgun
this time, did you, Miss Sweeney?

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

Mort Slater embezzled the Malone
Foundation.

Pardon me.

But embezzlement was never the motive
for those murders.

It was revenge, wasn't it?

Revenge for what?

Her father.

He died three weeks ago of a stroke.

Just one week before Elton Malone was
poisoned.

You leave my father out of it.

You know, Miss Sweeney, I remembered you
said your father didn't like to spend

anything on himself.

Even when it came to medical care, you
said he liked to save money.

So I checked the coroner's report.

Your father died waiting for his blood
pressure medicine at a Malone Foundation

free clinic.

So what does that prove?

The clinic didn't have the proper
supplies because Elton Malone canceled

order.

You blamed the Malone Foundation and the
whole board for the death of your

father. You've been killing them off one
by one ever since.

With this.

This isn't an air gun.

Where's your air gun? Mark, she doesn't
have an air gun.

Very observant.

Can I go now?

Let her go.

I just want to say, Dr. Sloan, I think
you took one too many headers on your

roller skate.

Steve, I swear to you, she's the killer.

Well, without a murder weapon, all we've
got's a theory.

If you don't come up with something
else, that lady walks.

How'd it go?

Well, it didn't. Steve's still
investigating, but... No, I'm actually

to feel sorry for him.

Oh, don't get too mushy. Here's your
rotation assignment chart.

Double shift weekend duty again?

Yes.

That's it.

Jennifer.

You didn't think I'd fall for an obvious
setup like that, did you?

Daddy may have been cheap, but he wasn't
stupid, and neither am I.

I'm sorry about your father.

I'm sorry.

He died in my arms waiting for medicine
that wasn't there because of you and all

the other hypocrites on the board.

You didn't care.

He was just one old man. What difference
did it make?

Please, I arranged for the medicine.

I arranged for it.

He was all I had.

But you took him from me.

He saved my life. God bless you. You

saved my life. You saved my life.

He saved my life.

Mr. Briggs.

Call me Norman. Call me Norman.