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Oh, nice place, homie. I hate this.

And look what the beach does to my hair.

Admit it, Mark, this is a blind date.
Amanda, it is not a blind date. I am

having dinner with some friends. One of
them is you.

And one of them is some guy named Alex
that I've never even heard of. This is a

blind date.

Alex Forma's been a patient for years.

I promised him a gourmet dinner when he
passed the bar.

And I know how you love great food, too.

Well, can't we get takeout?

Alex is a great kid. He's upbeat.

Funny. He's handsome.

But no way is this a blind date.

Oh, look at the time.

I better call him and tell him to come
on out here. We'll miss the reservation.

Well, good. Maybe he forgot.

Let's go. No, wait a minute.

Alex isn't the type to forget.

I got photos in this area.

It's pretty straightforward.

Suicide.

See, that is impossible.

Alex was a sunshiny kid. He had
everything to live for. Dad, every time

commits suicide, all his friends say
what a happy guy he was.

You couldn't know what was in his mind.

Yeah, but still.

There was no forced entry.

There's no scuffle. Looks like a classic
suicide.

But it was a bit suspicious of his real
note.

Lieutenant, this is in his pocket.

Well, how do we know that's his
signature?

Uh, here's a signed letter.

Well, we know now.

See, this telephone smells of cologne.

He probably put it on for his evening
with us.

I think he was talking to somebody on
this phone just before he died.

Could you use the police computers to
check and see what calls were made and

received on this phone tonight?

Dad, we don't do that kind of
investigation with a suicide.

Not when there's a note.

Come on.

For your dad, for your old man, all
right?

No.

Here's the list.

All the calls on Alex's phone the hour
before he died.

You know, helping out like this is going
to cost me my job one of these days.

Not that I'd mind.

Well, I'm just in a bad mood.

Charlotte broke up with me.

Oh, no. I thought this one was going
someplace.

It was.

Right in the dumper.

She couldn't stand my being a cop.

I'm sorry.

But don't worry, my friend. You have a
lot to offer, and there are a lot of

out there.

Hello.

What?

Alex's last phone call was to Perfect
Couples.

The dating service?

Why? Well, doesn't that strike you as
kind of odd?

Hey, a lot of people join dating
services.

I did once.

Of course, no one wanted to date a cop,
so they had to give my money back.

Well, as I say, you have a lot to offer.

There's a lot to fish out there in the
sea. And why would Alex call a dating

service? When a man's about to kill
himself, the last thing he thinks about

date.

It's an anomaly.

Will you tap into that computer?

What am I looking for?

Well, maybe there's some connection
between this dating service and Alex's

death. You mean he couldn't get a date,
so he killed himself?

You're probably right. I'm grasping at
straws here.

Well, anyway, thanks for this.

And buck up, my friend.

There's a lot of ladies who enjoyed your
company.

Barbara, Laura, Melissa. Spare me the
pep talk, will you?

Hi, Melissa. Steve.

Steve Sloan.

How can you say that? I was never
obsessed with my work.

Dad, what are you doing?

Probably just wasting people's time
here. I'm sorry. I'll go back to work.

Hi, I'm back.

Melissa, I've been thinking a lot about
you the past couple of months.

Really. The point is...

I think that now I am ready to commit to
this relationship a hundred and...

Another printout?

What are you doing with all those
printouts? Taking them back to the

Why? Look, I am sorry I disrupted your
routine. Please, everybody, as you were,

okay?

I'm out of here.

So, uh, how about dinner tonight?

Mariachis?

Margaritas.

Melissa?

Melissa? Hello?

What did my father want with you?

He asked for a list of all -male
suicides from last year.

Only took a second to get it.

And what did he want with you?

Gave me the suicide list and asked how
many belonged to some dating service.

Perfect couples.

How many?

Three?

Three from the same service?

Oh, that's got to be a coincidence, huh?
What are the odds?

According to the computer, 64 million to
one.

That high?

Amigo, Dr. Sloan, time for the budget
projections meeting.

Oh, golly, Norman.

We do it later, maybe around 3 o 'clock.
I have some important staff decisions

here.

Well, staff decisions are important.

Carry on.

So, everyone have an assignment?

Yeah. I go to the library and look for
the news items about the suicides of

Ralph, Traeger, and Jerome Kitchener.

Traeger, Kitchener, and your friend Alex
Foreman were all members of the Perfect

Couple Dating Service. I'm going to
snoop around there and see if the

runs a little deeper.

Well, I check out Mr. Kitchener. And I
do the same with Ralph Traeger.

Hmm.

Traeger, Traeger, let's see.

Yeah.

Ah, here we are.

Ralph Traeger.

Fancy ceremony, I remember.

Catholic.

A Catholic funeral for a suicide?

Oh, the police said suicide. The ex
-wife said no way. So did his mom.

She was concerned about where his
immortal soul was shipping to.

So the priest gave it the benefit of the
doubt.

Can you tell me where I can reach the
family?

I'm sorry, we only keep the complete
file six months.

The mom was from out of town, and the
ex... I don't remember her name.

All I remember really is that they were
certain he hadn't killed himself.

They're not the only ones.

Yes? Are you Jerome Kitchener's mother?

Why? I'm Suzanne.

Jerome didn't mention me?

We used to date.

Then why didn't you call him Bud like
everybody else?

Because we were beyond conventional
nicknames.

You don't fool me.

You're a statistician for that self
-termination society.

No, I have nothing to do with it. You
people have called once a month since

died trying to get information for your
database.

How many times do I have to tell you? He
didn't kill himself.

Excuse me. How can I help you?

Um... Doctor?

What?

Oh.

Sorry about that.

Um... I'm thinking of joining.

Really? Mm -hmm. Oh, a handsome,
educated fellow like you has trouble

women?

Well, I keep strange hours, and, um...
Do you like pot roast?

Yeah, why?

Well... I just got a new crock pot, and
I was looking for a way to inaugurate

it.

Vaughn, aren't you supposed to buzz me
when we have a prospective new member?

I was about to.

I'm Tanya Gilpin. I'm director of
membership.

Hi, how are you doing? I'm fine, thank
you. Would you care to come to my

Thank you.

We're in business here, darling, not in
heat.

So all of our members provide
photographs of themselves, and they fill

of these biography forms.

And the only identification is the first
name and membership number.

And together, these make one page in a
membership book.

Yours would go in the men's book, and
this, of course, is a women's book.

I noticed.

Hey, suppose I find somebody that I want
to meet.

Well? You tell us, we notify her that
someone is interested. She comes down

looks at your bio and your photo. And if
she returns your interest, then we give

you each other's full names and phone
numbers.

And anonymity is total until the feeling
is mutual.

That's it?

To meet somebody, all I got to do is
ask?

Unless she moves first and asks to meet
you. But none of this can happen unless

you join.

Ms. Hilton?

There's some checks for you to sign up
front. Okay.

Look, I'll be back in a few moments.

Um, can you keep yourself amused? Oh,
yeah.

Come on.

The fact from that department, from now
on, it'll be a lean, mean fighting

machine. It's just what everyone's
looking for in obstetrics.

Mark, the kissers had a problem with
their insurance. Dr. Bentley, it took me

all day to get Dr. Sloan to attend this
budget meeting. Unless this pigeon thing

is very important, we will... Go away.

Go away.

But I do have a budget request for the
pathology lab.

I found one news item.

It mentions Ralph Traeger.

Medical or not?

Was it in the business section?

Why do I bother to ask?

It's about how cautious the underwriters
are getting.

Trager's ex -wife complained when no
-risk insurance wouldn't pay after his

death. Maybe that's why she claims it
wasn't suicide.

Well, Jerome, Kitchener's mother claimed
the same thing. She insisted that her

son would not have killed himself.

They probably knew insurance companies
don't pay on suicide.

Yes, they do. They have to. That's the
incontestable clause.

The incontestable clause?

They explained it when I bought my
policy.

The company has two years to establish
any reason to suspect fraud, a pre

-existing medical condition, say, or a
suicidal disposition.

Once the policy's been in effect two
years, it's incontestable. They have to

off no matter what.

Well, they didn't pay off on Traeger.

Well, then I guess the policy was less
than two years old.

Norman, let me ask you this. Wait,
everyone.

This is not a non -medical meeting. This
is a budget meeting. Is it too much to

ask for all of us to confine our
discussions to hospital finances?

Dr. Bentley, you had a request for
pathology?

Yes, I would like a part -time lab
assistant, please.

Who and how much?

Gloria, $42 ,789.

Gloria, $42 ,000.

You were made of money?

Member of Perfect Couples. Name is
Gloria.

Membership number 42789. And Mark, ready
for this? At one time or another, she

dated all three suicides. She did?

What's her last name?

I'm sorry.

Tell me after the budget.

No, no, no. Actually, I'd like to know
her last name. The computer wouldn't

it to me. You need a password.

But I can date her.

Her?

How? I'll just try the service.

Ask the meter if she says yes, then they
give me her full name and her phone

number. Only problem, though, is I got
to fill out one of these questionnaire

things about myself. I never know what
to write in these things.

Just list your good points, baby.

I don't have that much paper on me, do
you know what I'm saying?

Dolores and I would be happy to take
care of this for you. Matter of fact,

Perfect Couples is on my way home. I'd
be happy to drop off the whole packet

you. Really? Yeah.

Oh, great. Okay. Thank you. You're
welcome.

Always wanted to do this. Me too.

Do what?

Create Mr. Right.

Yeah.

This is Gloria.

Who?

Gloria, 42789, from Perfect Couples.

It is?

At six o 'clock in the morning?

I read your bio and I didn't want to
wait.

So, what are you doing tonight?

I can't believe I'm finally sitting here
with you.

When I read your bio, it was like
instant filming.

I mean, Mozart?

Hmm?

Mozart, you know.

Oh, right.

The other guy.

Not F. Murray. What's his name?

I like that movie.

Thank you.

What's this?

Your salad.

Where's the dressing?

What's on there?

Exactly.

I bake a bar.

I ordered my dressing on the side. If
your brain's too small to remember

try writing them down. That's what the
little pad is for.

I'm going to speak to your manager,
Otto.

Now take this salad back to the kitchen
and bring it back with the dressing on

the side.

You probably think I was a bit harsh
with Otto.

Don't you see, Jack?

He only did that because I'm a woman,
because he thought I'd be too weak and

frightened to say anything.

I learned that from my ex -husband.

That's why I got rid of him.

And how did you do that?

Let's just say his hunting days are
over.

And when I joined Perfect Couple, a
couple of guys there tried to take

of me, so I had to fix them, too.

Well, you've been very busy.

Listen, you don't have to walk me all
the way to my apartment.

Oh, good, because I got to get up really
early in the morning anyway, so...

Nothing. No threat. Nothing.

I'm fed up with this. I really am.

Every time I leave this hospital, I get
hit.

Because you've got a mouth on you, Jack.

Ow. Oh, I'm barely touching you, big
baby.

Doctors are the worst patients of all.

Hey, Steve.

Hey, guys.

Oh, thanks for coming, Steve.

It's not like I date or anything.

So, Jack, do you have any idea why the
guy did this to you? No, I have no idea.

All this guy did was yell, no
trespassing, and he hit me.

Well, I can't open up a murder
investigation to check out an

groundskeeper.

What are you talking about? This guy
could be behind the suicide murders.

Well, then how come you're alive?

And how come the dead guys didn't have
any bruises and you got a beauty?

Good point, Steve.

This M .O. isn't like any of the others
at all.

This is an act of passion, not
premeditation.

I think our killer's a real cucumber.

Is this Gloria Cucumber?

No, she's more like a Jekyll and Hyde.

And one minute she's all sweet, nice,
and the next minute she's like reaming

this waiter royally about this salad.

It was unbelievable. And then she goes
on to tell me how she got even with a

couple of guys from Perfect Couples.

So it could be her. At the very least,
she's linked to the three dead men.

What do you say we go find out what...

No trespassing means to her.

No trespassing? Oh, my God, he's back.

Who's back?

Cleet, my ex -husband. He was in
Donnemore for aggravated assault. He

said he'd get me when he got out.

Then he got me. Because you were with
me.

When we were married, Cleet said I was
his property. That's what no trespassing

means. He thinks someone's been killing
his land.

He'll come after me next.

Oh, I think you're safe for now.

He probably drained himself emotionally
when he did that to Jack.

I don't know if we'll be back up to
frenzy for a few days.

I've got to be sure you should stay
someplace else tonight.

I've got an extra bed in my place.

You?

Look what Cleet did to you and I didn't
even like you.

You didn't?

Actually, you should be guarded by
someone with experience.

I'm a police officer, a lieutenant, as
it happens. A cop? I'd rather die.

God, men are so full of themselves.

Gloria, to be safe, you really should be
with someone tonight.

How are you going to let Cleet chase me
out of my own apartment?

Well, then you better let somebody stay
here.

How about you?

Me? I trust you.

Well, I... Well, I suppose so. I
guess... What do you think?

You know, that husband of hers can
really hurt your father. We better find

fast. That guy just got out of
Donnemore. He probably reports to a

officer. That's a good idea.

That Laurie's really something, isn't
she? Yeah, tell me about it. How do you

figure we both struck out?

She goes for all the guys.

Maybe I'll start dyeing my hair.

Great.

You

know

why I picked you to stay with me
tonight?

Because you trust me.

Well, that's part of it.

But also, when you said Kate would be
emotionally drained, I could tell you

what you were talking about.

Well, I want a man who knows what he's
doing.

Not someone with a lot of muscles to
show off.

Well, I'm just exactly the man for that
job.

Good night.

Jeff, honestly, I can hardly see it.

Yeah, I can hardly see out of it, all
right?

Worst liar ever.

Good morning, all. Hi. Hi, Steve.

I think Kinley's bro -lops just went
that over.

Yeah, that's him.

That's the guy that hit me.

You mind if I take this and throw it
around in a perfect couple? Maybe no

familiar to somebody. Keep it. I got
copies. All right, thanks.

I'll leave now. I can get back to you
before my rounds.

I'm going to check out Mr. Kinley's
apartment.

All right, I'll talk to you later. See
you later.

I made him pay a month in advance.

A transient, you know, kind of skips
town on your money.

Well, this one isn't going anywhere.

It's a condition of his parole.

A parolee?

There's no danger.

Good morning.

I need to ask you... Good morning,
Dawkins.

Hi. Your ears must have been burning.

A few of our members asked to meet you.

Yeah? How many?

Sixty -two.

It's a new record.

Wow. That was some biography you wrote.

Really? Yeah.

Oh, this one. Fawn.

401 -67.

Mm -hmm.

Guess who that is?

Oh, I think I can figure that one out.

Anyway, I wanted to ask you... Hi.

Hi. I'm Bunny. Bunny, how you doing?
Good.

I hope you don't think I'm forward
waiting here for you to come in.

Don't listen to her. It was my idea to
wait here.

I loved your bio and didn't want to let
a minute go by.

You loved his bio?

I had to explain to you what Armagnac
was.

Armagnac? Oh, poor baby.

Do you want me to put a cold compress on
that? No, no, I'm okay. Sticky buns?

I know you love things hot from the
oven.

Doctor? Yeah?

Um, can I see you in my office?

Yeah. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Sorry if I interrupted.

Oh, come on. Are you kidding me? That
was like being attacked by friendly

piranhas. Maybe you're a receptionist.

She was within her rights. We do allow
members to date staff.

Any staff.

Really?

Isn't that a little weird? You know, if
a relationship goes bad, no, you keep

running to each other.

Well, this is a dating service. Half the
members have gone out with the other

half.

Lord, my ex -husband even joined for a
while, but, um, Artie and I coped. Oh,

man, I couldn't. There's no way.

I'm Italian.

When we stop loving, we punish.

Speaking of which,

I'm showing this to some of the people
up here. Have you seen this guy? Because

he hit me when I dated Gloria.

I was going to ask you about that.

Yes, I have. I've seen him many times.

Really? Where?

Well, he haunts this place. He hangs out
in the alley, just watching. And when I

ask what he's doing here, he says that
he's here to meet his wife, obviously

alive. Married people can't join.

And what if it's his ex -wife?

Oh, my God, and he's stalking her. I
will call the police the next time I see

him.

All right, you do that.

Hey, because they want to talk to him.
Thank you.

God, you're multiplying.

I feel like a beetle.

You know, I gotta tell you, I always
dream this would happen to me one day,

now that it's happening, why the hell is
it happening?

You don't know?

What's that?

I need the open bag. I make them. I do
men's items, too. Could you use a

portfolio tote bag?

Maybe. What I'm asking is, what is that?

This.

It's the bio you wrote.

It's why all of this is happening.

Terrible. Three men have eaten her dead.

Alex Foreman was a terrific kid.

Yeah. Kind of like you.

Why don't I wind up with guys like that?

Why is it always the bozos, like feet,
fat fists, low brains?

But still, I...

I can't think of killing anybody.

Yeah, I'm inclined to agree with you.

This killer was someone very smart.

Why do you say that?

Well, think about it. It's hard enough
to make a murder look like an accident.

And it's even harder to make one look
like a suicide.

How do you get the victim to wholesale
where you put the noose around his neck?

Oh, that's easy. Drug him.

So? Name your poison.

Excuse me?

How do you take your cappuccino?

Well, no was sprinkled no cinnamon So
wouldn't giving him drugs be a good

but yeah, they're good.

Yeah, that would be effective.

Yes You haven't touched your cappuccino.
Yeah. Well, I'm gonna I'm gonna touch

it now.

Oh My god, you think I killed those men
Well, I mean you did date them all, you

know jack says something about you
fixing a couple of guys at perfect

me and the other one turned out to be
married, for God's sake.

So you fixed them?

I reported them to the management and
got them thrown out.

Oh.

Well, here's to groundless suspicions.

And to smart people, the kind I ought to
be involved with.

What was that for?

Just my way of saying thank you.

Well, you're welcome. You're more than
welcome.

Now what?

Just trying to get you to notice me.

Why notice me?

I mean, you're a very attractive young
lady. Very, very young, young woman.

And you're a very young, older man.

This is not a good idea.

You know, there's something really sexy
about a man who tries to resist me.

Do I have any chance to resemble your
father?

Don't be silly.

Give me time.

I may grow on you.

I, um, I have to get ready.

Oh, good.

Mark, would you mind getting that for
me?

Okay.

Pete, come on in, please.

Dad, you were right.

Killing's out. This place is a shrine to
hating Gloria.

I think he's a killer.

You're going to make it an official
homicide investigation.

So, how was your night?

Uneventful. Totally uneventful. I
thought Gloria might know where to find

ex. Would you ask her? I think you can
probably get more out of her than I can.

I kind of doubt it. She's been very
circumspect with me.

Would you zip me, Marky Poo?

Marky Poo?

She never called me that. If you didn't
call me that, would you please tell my

son you don't like me?

I do like you. Why me not like that?

I do like you like that.

She didn't like me last night, but
nothing happened at all.

Gloria, I'd like to bring Cleet in. His
landlady doesn't know where he goes or

what he does.

Do you have any thoughts on the subject?

He sometimes works as a weight trainer
in Culver City at the New You gym.

I'll check it out.

This is the shop. I thank you. Sure.

Hello.

Yeah, he's here.

Lieutenant, it's for you.

Thank you.

Sloan. Alone at last.

Gloria, this has got to stop.

What's the matter? Afraid you'll fall
under the spell of a killer?

All right. Thank you.

Damn it.

What? It was my friend at the coroner's
office.

They performed the autopsy on Alex
Foreman yesterday.

It was death by asphyxiation from
hanging.

No bruises on the body, no sign of foul
play, no drugs in the system, nothing.

I don't get it.

How do you immobilize someone for a fake
suicide with no drugs and without

leaving a single bruise?

Dad, you're not listening to me. When
that report is filed, his death is going

to be listed as a suicide.

Case will be closed before I can open
it. The report's not filed yet.

It will be by noon. Then you still have
time to pick up Cleet Kinley.

And I'll have to let him go. Now, what
good is that going to do? Throw a scare

into him. Maybe if he gets nervous,
he'll, you know, trip himself up.

Look, come on, Steve. I've got to go to
sleep in my own bed tonight.

Oh, well, forgive me if I don't
sympathize.

But I'll bring him in.

See you later.

Okay. Take care.

Hi, Dolores. Mark wanted to see me.

Uh, Norman Briggs saying hide him into
another budget meeting. But they'll be

out soon.

Well, I hope so. They could hurt you.
There you are. The two of you. You got a

problem, Jack?

Mozart? I like Mozart?

Well, then you don't know who Mozart is?
You know who he is? He wrote Anne

Klein's Night Museum. Well, actually,
it's Anne Klein and not Mozart! This has

nothing to do with me!

I don't like candles in my house. I
don't love cats and children.

I don't take two -hour bubble baths. And
there's no way in hell...

Weathering Heights is my favorite movie.
Well, okay, but you wanted this Gloria

person to go out with you, and she did.

So then the plan worked.

Jack? Yeah? You learn anything at
Perfect Couples? Yeah, just that 62

to meet me.

62? They're even making me gifts. Look,
my new tote bag.

A woman in the club made this for you?
Well, not exactly. She was a staff

member. Isn't that a little irregular,
staff getting involved with clients?

Well, Tanya says it happens all the
time. She said her husband, her ex

even joined for a little while.

But she and Artie are coping.

I wouldn't mind having women make me a
tote bag.

You know, Norman, I used to be like you
once.

I thought it'd be great, thrilling,
having women chasing me for a change.

nightmare.

Well, if you're on a date and it doesn't
work out, give her my number.

Have a good day, gentlemen.

Yes?

Someone to see you at reception.

It's a bunch of women.

And one of them got a tin of hot
muffins.

Oh, God.

My God, they found me.

What? I'm not here. I'm not anywhere.

I'll be the same.

Mark, you wanted to see me?

Need a favor.

What? We have a main suspect in the
suicide murders, but his profile does

fit the killer's. I think we need to
find out a little bit more about the

two victims.

I've located Ralph Traeger's family.

In Bakersfield, I know that's a long
drive.

No problem.

Yes, my girl.

Can

I

help you?

No. I'm looking for Cleet Kinley.

You're kidding.

I've never seen a cop arrest someone
before.

Are you going to, like, chase them up to
the roof and everything?

No, I don't think so, sir.

See, that's just something they do in
television to make a chase scene more

exciting. Yeah?

Yeah, you see, nobody in their right
mind would go up on a roof. There's only

one way up. You'd be trapping yourself.

Oh.

So where can I find Mr. Kinley?

You're like a tiger boy.

Oh, I don't believe it.

Kinley, it's the police.

Give it up.

You've got a gun.

You don't.

All the same, Kinley, you're still
trapped.

No way down, but the way you came up.

Not only did I lose him, but the
coroner's report came in, and Alex

death has been ruled a suicide.

Kidley ran.

He shot at you.

Oh, he's wanted for attempted murder and
parole violation, but as far as killing

Alex Foreman and the others, he's free
as a proverbial bird.

What are we supposed to do, solve this
ourselves?

Bet you we could.

If we use bait.

Bait?

Yeah.

Look. We know that this guy comes out of
the woodwork every time Gloria goes on

a date, right?

So what if... What if she went out with
someone?

Someone that she liked.

Whoa. No. Mom, I am not bait. I'm a
hook. I'm a line of machine gun.

You'd be safe. I'd follow you in my car,
so there'd be two of us, one of him.

Yeah, and I'm off duty tonight, so
there'd be three of us.

Yeah. What if he jumps me when you can't
see?

Well, we'll put a wire on you.

Well, he can't go lending out police
equipment willy -nilly like that, can

Of course he can do willy -nilly. Come
on, he's your son. He's a cop.

Yeah, well, just requisition a
transmitter.

Come on, Mark, you'd be saving the
triple -A bond. What do you think?

I'll do it, but I won't hate it. Oh,
that's the spirit. Oh, listen, um, one

small piece of advice.

You surprise him, not the other way
around.

If you don't, you're dead.

Guy's got to write like a pile driver.

That's how he got me.

Thanks, sir. No problem.

I'm pulling up to the curb now. Over.

We're in front of the restaurant. Where
are you guys?

Over.

I am getting out of the car. Over.

Good evening, sir.

Here you go. Thank you.

I am helping Gloria out. Over.

Don't do that, Gloria.

Please don't be jealous. It doesn't look
like a real date.

Oh, right. Okay.

We're walking towards the restaurant.
Over.

We are going into the restaurant. Over.
I guess I should have told him he

doesn't have to say over every time.

We are in the restaurant. Over.

This way, please.

No sign of Kinley. Over.

Phone. Oh, God.

Norman, what a surprise.

You can say that again.

I know you. No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

Hi, I'm Gloria.

Ms. Kinley.

Perfect couple.

No, not a perfect couple. She's a friend
of the family. Old, old friend.

We sort of met through perfect couples.

I saw your picture.

Oh, are you a member?

Oh, no, not yet, but I'm thinking of
joining.

First thing in the morning.

No, this is not what it looks like. This
is not a date. This is strictly

business.

Then I guess you wouldn't care to join
us. I'm having dinner with some of the

hospital board members.

We want to be alone.

No, we don't want to be alone. We have
to be. I mean, we need to be.

Enough said.

You dog, you.

I'm having the stuffed lobster. Over.

And I'll have the black and red fish.

Gloria's having a black and red fish.
Over.

And an arugula salad.

Over.

Oh, and should we have a grand marnier
souffle for dessert?

Mmm. Good.

Over. Did you get that on?

Have you had a chance? That's making my
stomach rot.

Ready for a sandwich now?

Yeah, Greg was ready to steering wheel.

Hey, wait a minute.

Do that again.

Do what?

Open it? Yeah.

What are you doing? Don't forget the
sandwiches, man. Give me one.

That butt boy over there, doesn't that
look like your ex -husband?

No, wait. You've got to see him from the
side.

Will you relax and just enjoy your time
with me?

Gloria, I'm much too old for you.

Okay, you're older, but you're the kind
of man I want it all with.

Country cottage, towels with our
initials on them, fresh -baked muffins

morning.

Initials? Of course. RT?

Of course.

Let go.

Steve. Steve. Over.

I know who the killer is. I know it is
not Cleet Kinley. It's not?

What was your clue?

Initials.

Perfect. Where do you hear mine?

Hi. Hi. Miss Gilpin?

Amanda Bentley.

May I come in?

I'm a friend of Ralph Trager.

Who?

Oh, come now, Miss Gilpin. Certainly you
haven't forgotten who Mr. Trager is. As

a matter of fact, he mentioned you in
his suicide note.

What? Yes, I found it at his parents'
house in Bakersfield.

Come in. Thank you.

What do you think you're doing? You
can't get away with this. You know,

no... Thank you very much for that.

Oh, look, I've torn it.

And again.

You see, my dear, I've worked too long
and hard making it look like Ralph

a suicide to let people know it was.

So he didn't leave a note, see?

It was murder.

But you, on the other hand, who know
much too much, will be a

suicide.

You're going to shoot yourself.

Yours will be the only print on the gun.

Police! Drop the gun!

Now!

Push it over here.

You all right?

Huh? You okay?

What brought you to me?

Figured out how you immobilize your
victims without bruises.

Had it bond using fabric fasteners.

And I figured out who your ex -husband
was.

Artie wasn't his name.

It was his monogram, R .T. for Ralph
Traeger, who, sad to say, actually did

commit suicide.

But I thought we were trying to prove
that these were all murdered.

Well, the other two were. Right, Tanya?
All except your ex -husband.

I should have killed him. He was
hateful.

One of me broke.

Never sent the alimony.

But the one thing he couldn't stop, the
divorce agreement made him take out a

life insurance policy with me as a
beneficiary.

A million -dollar payoff, and no way he
could stop me from collecting.

But he found a way, didn't he?

Well, someone told him about that damn
incontestable clause.

Incontestable clause?

Yeah, if he killed himself within the
first two years of the policy, the

insurance company wouldn't have to pay.

So he waited one year and 11 months,
exactly, and he hung himself.

Just to spite me.

But the others?

Jerry Kitchener and Alex Foreman were
murdered?

Definitely.

One real suicide and two murders made to
look like suicide? I don't get it.

Well, Tanya thought if she committed a
string of look -alike killings that

somebody would spot the pattern there
and declare her ex -husband's death a

homicide. And then she'd be able to
collect on the insurance policy.

She even had someone to frame for all
three murders.

Cleet. That's why the victims were men
you dated.

You're as good at this as your dad.

Guess maybe I was wrong about you.

We all make mistakes.

Well, I think you and Steve have a lot
of catching up to do.

You don't mind?

No, not at all.

We can still be friends. Hey!

What the hell is this? Your private
little love nest?

You, the restaurant guy!

Excuse me. I'm gonna... Hey.

See, Mark, that's what I was trying to
tell you.

You have to surprise him.

Come on. You have the right to remain
silent.

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

You have a right to an attorney.

Mark, can I, um... We'll see you in the
ER in about a half hour.

What for?

That eye's almost well now. Yeah, I
know.

I think I broke my hand.

Do you remember you had surgery in the
morning?

I know. I'm going to have to get up.