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Lauren, I need to talk to you.

Mark, it's very important that we go.

I'd like to thank

all the little people who made me what I
am today.

A pathologist?

A man had just won a day on the set of
The Young and the Restless. It was a

charity, and I bought some of those
raffle tickets, and that was one of the

prizes. She even gets to play a part.
Well, actually, it's a walk -on. And I'm

embarrassed to say I've never seen The
Young and the Restless, but I'm sure

it'll be a wonderful experience.

Dr. Bentley, please.

There's something unseemly about show
business.

I'm not sure it's the right PR for the
hospital.

Mr. Briggs, the hospital didn't win the
raffle. I did.

Excuse me.

Everybody, pictures and autographs for
everyone.

Bye.

Oh,

my God.

What a time for your tire to go flat.

Wait a minute. I must be at the studio
in 20 minutes.

Oh, I'll take you. My car is right over
there. Listen, do you think I can hang

around the set and meet some of the
actors?

Hey, Loris, don't you have to work?

Oh, I'll take an early lunch.

Of course, it's 9 .30.

All right, I'll take a late breakfast,
but I'm not going to miss this

opportunity. All right.

Oh.

Must be an epidemic.

How you doing, D?

Hi.

Need a lift, Amanda?

Do you have the time? Oh, what are you,
I'm free as a bird. Come on, I got

nothing scheduled until this afternoon.

Okay.

Hey, listen, you think the girl who
plays Christine Blair will be there?

I didn't know you watched The Young and
the Restless.

I don't.

Oh, it's just that every once in a while
a patient will come in and turn it on.

And, you know, she kind of caught my
eye.

So I was wondering... We were hoping if
I'd introduce you to her once we got to

the studio. See, I like the way you
think. I really, really do.

Now that we've done the first act of A
Star is Born, we can get back to the

business of medicine.

We need to go over the O .R. budget.

Oh, Jack was going over the O .R.
budget.

Dr. Stewart.

Dr. Stewart.

We need to get together on the O .R.
budget.

Now? Of course now.

Unless that's what you're planning to
say to someone who needs emergency

surgery.

Well, no, we can't just wait a couple
hours. I gotta take Amanda over. Last

I looked, you were employed by Community
General Hospital.

If you'd rather earn your money as a
chauffeur, Jack, that can be arranged.

All right, the O .R. report.

All the world at age.

And all the men and women in the early
play.

Roaring my doctors with your siren song
of show business.

Mark.

Mark. Need a ride.

Oh, no. Oh, but please.

This is so exciting.

I've never had a time to get hooked on
soap operas. Oh, they're dramas.

Huh? They're called daytime dramas now.
Oh, that's good to know.

What are they doing in there?

Who are those two idiots looking through
the window?

Stop, Kay!

We're so sorry.

Who let you in here?

I'm Amanda Bentley. I won the raffle.

What raffle?

A day on the set.

And a walk -on part.

Why doesn't anybody tell me these
things?

Well, where would you like me to stand?

Pittsburgh.

She's our guest. A little common
courtesy.

I am not paid to be courteous, Laura
Lee. I am paid to get this show in on

and on budget. And I can't do that with
civilians underfoot. Lois, would you

relax? We just started the scene.

Yes. And it was all wrong.

I beg your pardon?

I realize that I am just the director.

But I know what I want, and neither one
of you are giving it to me.

Now, let's start from the top.

Hello, I'm Eric Braden.

How do you do?

This is Laura Lee Bell. Never mind the
director. She won't last long. She's

a temporary replacement for the regular
directors out with the flu.

Believe me, we're sending him buckets of
chicken soup, hoping he'll be back

tomorrow.

Nancy? Yeah?

What is your name?

Amanda Bentley.

Amanda Bentley.

Huh.

Would you take Miss Bentley up to the
makeup room? Oh, sure. Follow me. Well,

better get back to the hospital.

Oh, please stay, Mark. I feel like I've
ordered my last meal.

Get a cup of coffee.

Okay.

That's an uncanny resemblance.

I was thinking the same thing.

I'll be damned.

Go down the hall, make a left, then a
quick right, past the dressing rooms,

another left, and make up's at the end
of the hall. You can't miss it. Really?

Okay. Two lefts and a right?

Or is it two rights and a left?

Oh, dear.

Laura Lee.

Becky!

Wow! I didn't know that you were working
today.

You just gave me a messenger, boy. Let
me tell you...

I'm not, Vicki. I'm not. Did you do
something to your hair? I washed it this

morning. It's lovely, but it's never
going to match. Match? Yeah, the stuff

you shot yesterday.

From Lois's view, she is going to flip
her... Oh, she already had... You should

just... Yeah, listen, I'll see you
tomorrow, Vicki. Okay, bye -bye. Wait,

minute. There must be some mistake. I'm
not... Oh.

Victoria Rowell.

Melody Thomas.

God.

Victoria Rowell.

Miss Rowell? Oh, excuse me. I'm so
sorry.

I'll leave the script right outside the
door. Yeah, whatever.

Oh, dear.

Hey, hey, hey, Vicki. Oh, this is great.
Do you want to run some lines for me?

I'm really getting tired of this.

Tired of running lines?

Being called Vicki.

Oh, well, what would you rather be
called, huh, Drusilla?

Stop that!

What? What kind of a name is Drusilla?

Well, it's your name.

I thought you said my name was Vicki.

Actors. Hey, hey, Vic.

All right.

You're going to start here at the couch.

Then you're going to cross to the door
and open it.

Do you think you can handle that?

Piece of cake.

All right.

Let's rehearse.

Ding dong.

Ding dong, Amanda.

Door! Cross to the door!

What the hell happened?

My goodness, I was supposed to have been
standing right here.

Well, thank God for your stage fright.
You saved my life.

Oh, you're cut.

Don't touch him, please. Coming through,
coming through.

Not to worry, I'm a doctor.

Well, that makes two of us, and now we
can have a convention.

I haven't seen you in over a year. What
are you doing here? I've got to check up

on you every now and then, Eric.

I'm Dr. Milton Goetz.

I represent the company that insures the
actors. I think you will live, Eric.

My age on Earth would be delirious.

Damn, I told my service to call only if
it was an emergency, which it appears to

be. So much for spending the day on the
set.

Do you have my permission to treat him,
Doctor?

Here.

Chandelier! I need another chandelier.

Eric? Are you all right? I'm all right,
Spear. Just a little scratch, that's

all. Well, you don't think that new
director is bad luck, do you?

Just because Chandelier Lee crushed me
two days after this obnoxious trick was

hired? Oh, I can't stand that woman.

Mr. Braden, excuse me.

Oh, sorry. Are you adding insult to
injury, Mr. Sloan?

Uh, Gene Cooper.

It's a pleasure, Mark Sloan.

Are you part of the cast?

Is she part of the cast?

Obviously, he's not a fan of the show.
Obviously, he's not.

I'm sorry. I don't get much chance to
watch daytime dramas. You know they all

say that.

In my day, they call themselves puppets.

Me too.

There, you see?

So, what do you do, Mr.

Sloan? I'm a doctor.

Really?

How would you like a taste of showbiz?

In what way?

Well, you'd be my stand -in.

That would be a good idea. Do all my
movements for me.

In fact, I have a scene coming up.

directly under that chandelier. Oh,
yeah. You know, I think it's probably

perfectly safe now.

Maybe. But I'm seriously thinking of
doing my scene in the dining room.

Good thought.

Nice meeting you. Nice to meet you.

Stay alive. I'm going to have to learn
my line, sweetheart.

Mr. Braden. Yes, Mr. Sloan.

That chandelier, I don't think it was an
accident.

What do you mean?

I mean the rope was deliberately cut.

You're saying someone is trying to kill
me?

It looks that way.

Do you think there's anyone who might
have a motive?

Not a fan, no.

Has anything unusual happened lately?

No.

Except, you know... A few weeks ago, I
received a strange fan letter.

Someone was saying that they wanted to
put my name into the headlines in a very

unique way.

And then there was a follow -up letter
saying that the deadline was

Now, usually I ignore that kind of
stuff.

Did you save any of them?

Wait a minute. Maybe I did save the last
one. Let's see.

Here we go.

Glad to see you need glasses, too.

No return address?

Yeah. What part? Four days ago.

Next week is almost here. A week you'll
never forget.

The week I come into your life. U -N -O.
And you know this, Mr. Owen? No, no,

no. Except through the correspondence. I
don't know who that is at all.

You know, maybe you should go talk to
Laura Lee Bell. Why don't you do that?

Because I remember her saying that she
had received a similarly strange fan

letter. Maybe there's a connection.

Hey,

I know that guy.

Yeah,

I know that guy.

What was going on here?

Um, you know this guy?

He's one of my doctors. What was he
doing lurking behind the scenery?

I wasn't lurking. I was, um... I was
looking for someone.

Well, who were you looking for?

For my colleague, Dr. Sloan.

Jack, what is it?

Taplinger.

Path -linger?

Yes, he's taking a turn for the worse.

Paroxysmal arrhythmia.

Pulmonary infarction.

Acute esophageal varicosity.

Couldn't he have phoned?

I say we go in. What's your opinion,
Doctor? Well, I concur.

Okay, I'll have him prepped and ready in
an hour. Okay. Well, now that we've

saved Mr.

Tavlinger, do you think we could please
resurrect this show?

Oh, and Miss Bell, Mr.

Braden was telling me you've been
getting some rather strange fan mail.

It goes with the territory.

May I have a look at it?

I think I threw them away. Why save it?

Could you see if you have it? It could
be very important.

This doesn't have anything to do with
that chandelier, does it? Well, I will

tell.

I'll go check my dressing room. Thank
you.

Okay, wait a minute.

Esophageal varicosity? Hey, yeah.

Varicose veins of the esophagus?

Poor Mr. Tappling, I guess he'll never
sing again.

Jack, what are you doing here? Oh, I can
tell you in three words.

Laura Lee Bell.

I'm going to get coffee.

Oh, would you get one for me, too,
please? No.

Hey,

I know you guys.

You're on the show, too. You're Cole
Howard and his gorgeous wife, Victoria.

Oh, well, you know, we have other names,
too, you know.

You're Cole Howard and his gorgeous
wife, Victoria.

No, I'm Heather Tom, and this is J .D.
Peck.

And you are?

Jack Stewart.

Oh, are you an actor? Doctor.

Oh, you're a doctor on the show?

I'm Dr. Jack Stewart.

Oh. Oh, so you're a guest on the set
today?

Yes. Great. Of whom?

Dr. Mark Sloan.

Oh, is he an actor?

No, he's my boss.

Well, then what are you doing here?

Well, actually, I'm here visiting a
friend of mine.

She's on the show.

Oh, okay. She's an actress.

No. Well, today, yeah, but normally
she's a pathologist.

What part is she playing?

I have no idea.

Do you know Laura Lee Bell?

Who?

Cricket. Cricket, of course.

Of course. Yeah, absolutely.

Can you do me a favor? Can you set me up
with her?

We'll have to get back to you on that.
We'll have to get back to you on that

one, Jack. Hey, thanks.

Cole, Victoria, it was very nice meeting
you. You too, Dr. Jack.

Security.

Man, they don't even know who Laura Lee
Bell is. I found one. It was still on

the way to the bathroom.

Oh, thank you.

One week until your life changes
forever.

You and Owen.

You and Owen.

Unknown.

I think it's time we call the police.

There's the phone right over there.
Thank you.

Oh, my God. I still have two scenes in
that. The letter wasn't really that

threatening. One week until my life
changes forever.

Death is a pretty big change.

Hey, what's that?

You all right?

Let me be your biggest fan.

Did anybody else get a letter from a U
.N. Owen?

Um, I did.

And you are?

I'm Melody Thomas Scott. I play Nicky
Newman Abbott on the show.

Do you have any of these letters, Miss
Scott?

Well, I always send my fan mail to my
publicist, but I haven't for a few

so I might.

Could you check, please?

Sure. Thank you. Would you like some
help?

Sure, Vicki.

You don't need me for a while, do you?

Take the next century off.

Anybody else?

Can't you come to see my big senior,
sweetie?

Miss, please, I'm trying to conduct a
police investigation here. The bikini

from that medical show they shot at the
hospital.

That's where Stevie and I met.

Look, Miss, if you didn't get any of
these letters, you're free to go. Thank

you.

Good night, Poopsie.

Didn't she ever act with any clothes on?

We've got a lot of work to do. Could we
try and just concentrate on the case,

please? Oh, I'll do my best, Poopsie.

Please.

Can everybody stay alert for anybody
that doesn't fit in? It could be our

writer.

You know

her, too? She's my assistant.

She's got a hell of a right.

Dolores, what are you doing here?

I've got a very important message for
you.

What? What is it? The cleaners called.
Your suit's ready.

What?

I...

I haven't taped a thing since you got
here.

Who sent you?

General Hospital.

Mrs. Mitchell and I are just leaving.

Let's go.

Dr. Stewart, we have to go to the
hospital.

Dr. Mr.

Tapplinger needs us.

Mark, are you kidding? Excuse me. You
see that I'm making a headway here?

You're going to have to save his life.
He will make it.

Dolores!

Nice going. Soft pedal it. You don't
want to panic anyone.

You and I both know we're dealing with a
homicidal maniac here.

We are?

Oh, that's right. You play a P .I. on
the show.

Yeah. Doug Davidson?

Steve Sloan.

Nice to meet you, Steve.

What drives our boy? That's the key.

Revenge? Some imagined flight?

Chance to get his mug in the paper?

I don't know.

Who's next?

My money's on Melody Thomas Scott.

Why? I don't know.

You just had a hunch.

Yeah. Yeah, gotta go with your
instincts.

I like that.

You know, I could be a big help to you.
I've learned a lot playing this part.

I'll bet you have.

Mr. Davidson, you can think of anything
else, anything at all. Please, give me a

call.

I won't let you down, Lieutenant.

I can't get over it.

Oh, what?

You and Vicki, you're practically twins.

Really? Look, here she is.

Oh, no,

here, here.

There'll be one right here.

German? God.

You don't know me, but I know you.

Soon people will mention our names
together. You and Owen.

Sounds pretty whacked.

You know, if he's left a trail with
these letters, the police are bound to

it.

I hope so.

In any event, I have a thing to do.

Oh, show must go on, huh? Yeah.

I'd like to find the guy that said that
and wring his neck.

So, where is everybody?

Oh, they're all shooting on the other
stage.

I don't understand why somebody would
want to kill all three.

Watch out!

Whoever he is, he sure is determined.

Morris, I need... Mark, this has got to
stop. Jack has...

Norman Briggs.

Page Dr.

Sloan and Dr. Stewart.

And while you're at it, send out an APB
on Dolores Mitchell.

It's a mutiny. A mutiny on the bounty,
and I'm Captain Bly. It's a mutiny.

That's what it is.

I'll just go to my office.

It'll be fine.

Wait for the phone to ring.

Nobody does it better than you.

File some memos. And that's one of your
best things, too.

Make some coffee.

Oh, uh, cream, two sugars, Dee. Thanks.

I could have met Christoph St. John.

How's Christoph St. John?

One of those soap opera actors.

Excuse me, one of those daytime drama
people.

So what do we got here, Mark? Just like
a nut job or something?

We're dealing with a highly disturbed
personality.

It's a syndrome that's become all too
common these days.

There's someone suffering from paranoid
schizophrenia tendencies who decides to

become famous by killing somebody
famous.

What did you guys do to Norman?

We haven't seen him since this morning.
Why?

He's wandering around out in the hall
muttering something about rats deserting

sinking ship and being the captain of
the Titanic.

Hey, Steve, you got any information on
our psycho?

Yeah, I ran his letters through the lab.

All of them were typed in a Claridge 2
manual typewriter.

It shouldn't be too hard to identify
because the right beak on the capital T

dented and the left syrup in the small Y
is gone.

The paper is a...

Heavy bond of Japanese manufacture
that's only carried in a few stores, so

our boy bought it at one of them.

So what now?

I get the payment.

Unless you know if anything else turns
up. Okay, thanks.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find out what Norman's
problem is.

Not everybody knew what Norman's problem
was.

Hey. Mr. Gruber, I presume.

I want to call the police.

Breaking and entering, assault and
battery, running in the hall.

I am the police.

Well, I'm going to lodge a complaint.

Illegal search and seizure, denial of
due process.

You got running in the hall.

What's the matter with that Blaustein?
Thickening you all over a lousy 1 ,800

bucks? Who is Blaustein?

My landlord. I'm a little behind on the
rent.

Don't worry. You're going to be living
rent -free for a long time.

Mr. Gruber, you wrote these letters.

How did you find me?

Found them where you bought the
stationery.

So I bought some paper. Big deal.

I can prove that these letters were
written on that typewriter.

What letters? I don't know from any
letters.

Eric Braden, Melody Thomas Scott,
Loralee Bell. Does that jog your memory?

Okay, so I admit it. I wrote them. I
didn't think anybody would catch on.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Maybe we can strike a bargain.

I'll give you 10%. Straight across the
board.

10 % of what? Murder?

Murder?

What are you talking about?

Mr. Gruber, you tried to kill these
three people.

You're crazy. Why would I kill the
Golden Geese?

All right, let's start over. Did you
write these letters?

Of course.

Why?

About a month ago, I had this dynamite
idea.

I don't know where they come from. They
just do.

A series of audio tapes outlining my 12
steps to financial freedom.

But how to promote it?

And then it hit me.

Bingo! An infomercial to end all
infomercials. Eric Braden, Melody Thomas

Laura Lee Bell, they come on one after
the other, pow, pow, pow, and extol the

virtues of my system.

Why did you sign a U .N. Owen?

Unknown?

And why the expensive stationery?

Hey, these stars get big offers. I had
to create a mystery, a little allure.

stationery let them know they were
dealing with a class act. And the

mysteriousness, that tells them they're
dealing with a master of hype.

Next week, I was going to reveal all.

Mr. Gruber, do you have an alibi for
this morning?

Boy, do I have an alibi.

He was in jail.

He was arrested at a Rose Bowl swap meet
for peddling without a license.

Seems he was selling portraits of Elvis
on velvet.

If it isn't a demented fan... That means
that our potential killer is on the set

of Young and the Restless.

Andrew, exhaustive.

Police work, we've been able to
eliminate you and Owen as a suspect.

Oh, great.

Where does that leave us?

Swinging in the breeze.

Not necessarily.

All we have to do is find the common
denominator that links the three of you

together. Besides those letters.

Are any of you related?

Not that we know of.

You have the same financial advisor?

No. Invest money with the same
individual?

Do you date the same people?

We're very close, but we don't
socialize.

We each have our own personal lives.

Well, we're not making a lot of
progress.

And whoever it is is still out there
lurking.

Why does she look at me every time she
says that?

It's got to be here. Think.

Melody and I went to the same
hairdresser once.

Well, that leaves me out.

Eric and I used to bank at the same
branch right around the corner.

But, sweetheart, I closed that account
over two years ago.

Oh.

I don't know. It's hopeless.

Futile. No, don't worry. I promise I
won't let anything happen to you.

Really? Mm -hmm.

My fiancé will be relieved to hear that.

Oh.

Well, it was very nice meeting you.

Sorry, Jack.

You know, come to think of it...

There's one thing that the three of us
haven't got.

What?

Me?

You think I tried to kill those actors?

According to them, you desperately
wanted a permanent directing job on the

I made no secret of that.

But because all three disliked you
intensely, they complained to the

They were counting the days until you
left.

With them out of the way, you had a
chance of staying on.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Pass. Just reproject yourself back to
the time that chandelier almost crowned

Eric. Where was I?

I'll give you a hint.

I was desperate, standing behind the
camera, desperately trying to get Amanda

Bentley to answer the doorbell.

And when that piece of scenery nearly
crushed Laura Lee, I was on stage,

surrounded by my crew, desperately
trying to finish the scene before lunch.

And when that Klieg light...

Nearly creased Melody's skull.

I was on the other stage, desperately
trying to get the actors to say their

dialogue as written.

You could have had a partner.

I don't need the young and the restless
anymore.

David Kelly wants me to direct an
episode of Picket Fences.

No, can't argue with that.

Woman's on her way.

But if you really want someone with a
motive...

I'm not accusing anybody. I'm just
asking a few questions.

How could you suspect me after all we
have been to one another?

Tony, we've only known each other two
weeks.

You know, two weeks can be a lifetime
with the right woman.

I thought we had something more than the
purely physical.

Oh, we do, Tony. I thought we had
something spiritual.

You know, I'm just going to go over here
for a minute.

We do, definitely.

Spiritual. It's just that...

I have to separate the personal from the
professional.

According to certain sources, you
desperately wanted a regular part on the

And you thought that if one of the other
girls was incapacitated, you might have

a better shot at getting it. Okay, so
I'm ambitious.

I want to be more than the bikini girl,
but... Murder?

Tony, please understand.

I have to ask.

Can you account for your time this
morning?

You want to know where I was?

Yes.

Lamar! You know what I like about her?

She's smart. I love that in a woman.

Lamar, will you please show this
homicide detective where I was all

This was my big scene.

I rehearsed it all morning.

She died.

Hopeless.

Futile.

Boring.

I know it's discouraging, but there has
to be a connection.

There's some place. We just haven't
found it yet.

Maybe it doesn't exist.

Maybe they were all just random acts of
violence.

Maybe they were committed by three
different people. No.

They were too specific. They were too
focused.

All right, let's go over it again now.

I'd better put on another pot of coffee.
Thank you.

Today, an anonymous killer went after
Eric Braden, Melody Thomas Scott, and

Laura Lee Bell.

Why today?

Excuse me?

I mean, why not yesterday?

Why not last week?

Omar, come on.

Amanda, we have to start somewhere.

What element was present in each of
their lives that wasn't there before?

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

Amanda. What?

You. Me?

You were with each of them when the
attempts occurred.

Pure coincidence.

Why would anybody want to kill Amanda?

Well, that's the next thing we have to
figure out. You're grasping at straws,

Mark. No, you're the only thing that
ties the three of them together.

Well, it's a pretty loose fit if you ask
me.

Mark, I am a pathologist.

So obviously none of my patients are
angry at me.

And as much as I'd hate to admit it, I
do lead a dull life. I'm in the lab

day. I don't really date. I don't go out
that much.

I'm too busy.

So I'm sticking to the random violence
theory.

I'm washing off the stage makeup, and
thank God my day on the set is over.

You be careful.

Will do.

I'm going to go, too.

Keep my eye on it.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to stay a while. Okay.

See you.

Bill, you know, I forgot I still have a
flat tire.

Don't worry about it. I'll do it.

What do you have to say now?

Well, I guess my life's not so dull
after all.

I can't drink any more coffee, right?
Can we get on with this?

All right,

look, I'm convinced that somebody's
trying to kill me, but who?

Well, we should start with your enemies.

All right, well, there was a girl in
eighth grade.

Lucinda Farmer. We fought over the same
boy, and I hit her with my gym bag.

That's not funny.

Mark, I know, and I'm not trying to
trivialize it. It's just that I'm so

scared. I know.

I got one. I got one. That DNA research
guy. Remember him?

Gregory Talbot. Yeah, you guys were hot
and heavy there for a while, Amanda.

Come on.

You put him in jail for murder.

Then there's that baby -selling
operation you helped shut down. Those

don't remember you too fondly, either.

All right, so I fought that Lucinda
Farmer with her only suspect.

What's the matter?

Amanda,

move over.

I

know

that woman.

Yeah, she's the director of The
Unrestless. No, the other woman.

Beverly, what's her name? Yes, I've seen
her before.

Where? At the studio.

When I was looking for that Vicki person
to give her her script.

I opened the dressing room door and I
saw this Beverly lady

in an embrace with a man. And at the
time I was so embarrassed because I had

intruded on this very intimate moment.

But it occurred to me that she seemed
terribly lifeless.

What do you mean?

Well, at first I thought that she was
just relaxed.

But I noticed, like, her neck and her
arm were... were so limp.

And it was after I saw them that they
made the first attempt on my life.

Did the men see you?

Yes. What did he look like?

Um... He had a mustache.

He was big.

And, I don't know, an athletic build.

Amanda, you know, you may have just
described a murderer.

You know, before you got there, Mrs.
Marlin could have already been dead.

Yeah, not from any heart attack.

The question is, who is he?

Oh, God.

She's back.

Don't worry.

My acting days are over.

If only Laurence Olivier were alive to
hear that.

Your sister just died.

You don't seem too broken up. We weren't
close.

The newscast said she was a socialite. A
socialite? She was a hairdresser with

money. Worked in television.

Sitcoms, mostly.

Where'd the money come from?

Did you know her?

No. Why are you asking all these
questions?

I saw her once.

Briefly. Well, I don't want to talk
about her.

She's dead and gone.

And good riddance.

You know, she may have been murdered.

What are you talking about?

She had a heart attack.

We think she was here the day she died.

Amanda saw her in her dressing room.

And she may have already been dead.

May we?

Oh, please.

Lois, tell us a little bit about your
sister.

Well, like I said, she was a
hairdresser.

She married some stunt guy. Everything
was pretty much routine.

Until he died doing a car chase for some
big movie.

Beverly sued the studio.

Only her lawyer, now.

He was a sharpie.

He sued the automobile company, too.

Claimed the car had built -in defects
and that it was structurally unsafe no

matter how you drove it. The car company
settled?

Lickety split.

Suddenly, Beverly was worth millions.

Instant socialite.

You wouldn't be a little jealous there,
would you?

A couple of months ago, our father got
sick.

There were operations specialists,
around -the -clock nurses.

With all her money, she didn't even kick
in a dime. She said she was broke. Some

guy took her to the cleaners.

I had to hawk everything I owned.

This guy, who was he?

I don't know. She wouldn't say.

What happened to him?

I heard she was going to dump him.

But just like Beverly, a little too
late.

Lois, would you take a little drive with
us?

Where?

I don't understand, Dr. Sloan.

The police were here. They didn't find
anything wrong.

Well, they weren't looking for the same
thing we are. What's that?

The murderer.

Well, the bedroom's upstairs.

Who did your sister keep her valuables?
Oh, over here.

Oh, you have the combination?

No. Jack, you want to do your stuff over
here? My pleasure.

Oh, but I know where to find it.

Beverly, she wasn't very original.

Look at this.

Prescribed for depression.

Got it.

Oh. It was open.

Dr.

Plunk? Thank you.

Well, that's odd.

What? Almost all her jewelry is missing.

Well, maybe she put it in a safe deposit
box.

No. She liked to keep her things around.

Maybe she was selling it off.

There are large deposits here every few
weeks. But then the bank balance itself

is down to almost nothing.

Everything that came in went right back
out again.

To a, uh, Starbright Attractions?

That snake.

Who? Vincent Neal.

He's Star Bright Attractions. He calls
himself a promoter. Everything he

touches, though, loses money, but he
manages to walk away with pockets full

cash. What does he look like?

Well, he's, um, about six foot, 180
pounds, dark hair, black mustache. He's

intense. He sounds exactly like the
person I saw with your sister.

No wonder she didn't want me to know who
she was seeing.

So, Neil, we had a large amount of money
out of your sister.

Probably under the guise of investing in
his promotions.

And once she figured that she was being
taken, she decided to expose him.

So he intercepted her on her way to see
you, killed her, brought her back here.

Now all we got to do is find the guy.

Maybe he found us.

Is this what you're looking for?

Hey.

That's what I call teamwork.

I

don't

believe you guys.

You know, you could have been killed.

Well, we didn't know we were going to
find anything or not. We didn't want to

waste your time. And Neil just burst in
before we had a chance to call you.

Yeah, it was his fault.

Well, no harm done.

This time.

I just want to go back to the hospital.

All right, go on. I want to get out of
here. All right.

Will you two go on and get out of here
before I change my mind?

Milton Gatz?

I'm Dr. Milton Gatz.

I represent the company that cures the
actors.

Damn, I told my students to call only if
it was an emergency.

Dr. Amanda Bentley, Community General
Hospital.

Yeah, I need a signature on a death
certificate.

Beverly Moreland.

Yesterday afternoon.

Yes, of course, I'll wait. Hurry.

You signed that death certificate.

I was Mrs. Moreland's personal
physician.

I received a call yesterday afternoon
from Mrs. Moreland.

An emergency call. She was complaining
of chest pains. I rushed over to her

house, but she was already dead.

Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

She couldn't have called you.

Because I'd just seen her in the
dressing room at the studio.

A bit of a bump.

You and Vince and Neil were in this
together.

He had a rather large insurance policy
on her. All he needed was the cause of

death that no one would question.

Neil made his one call from the police
station to me.

He said you had found a bottle of pills,
but you didn't realize their

significance.

Until now.

Did you get a part on ER, too?

Okay, okay, settle down, everybody. I
think I'm on at the beginning.

Good.

Norman, enjoy your lunch.

Was that you?

Hard to tell.

Went so fast.

Twelve hours on the vet for that?

Well, I thought it was wonderful.

Great presence.

Oh, there she is. Who?

The girl who looks like Amanda.

Her?

A little bit.

Oh, she doesn't look anything like me.