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You ever read the Bible, Jack?

Never got around to it.

Me neither.

Boy, I wasted time to pick it up now.

Jerry, will you cut the crap?

We're here. We're going to do this.

All right, here he comes. Now let me do
the talk.

You've been waiting long?

Nope.

Listen, we talked about this. We decided
we want to do it.

Jerry?

Got an open -end ticket to the
Caribbean.

Jerry? Yeah, I'm in. I'm in. Can we
please just get this over with?

You got somebody lined up?

Yep. Dead ringer.

Look, do we have to kill him?

Jerry, now look, we've been talking
about this for three months.

What part don't you get?

You know, those things are bad for you.
Yeah, so is bankruptcy.

But let's not waste any more time.

Bring your dead ringer by my office
tonight.

Tonight? Got a problem?

No.

No, I just didn't think we'd be doing it
this fast.

Relax, Gary.

You're in good hands.

The building will be empty after, say,
11.

I'll be there. Good.

Have a good trip.

Oh, uh, and enjoy all that money you're
gonna make.

What you'll be seeing today is just a
routine bypass, but I want you to pay

particular attention to this surgeon's
technique.

One of the best.

Take notes during the operation, then
we'll go over any questions you have

afterwards. And ask questions in the OR.

I don't mind.

Are you sure he won't distract you,
Frank? If I'm distracted, I'll let him

So who do we have here?

We have Steinberg, Wales, Constantine,
and Liria.

Sounds like a law firm from hell.

Well, more like four of the best interns
it's been my good fortune to teach.

Well, what are we waiting for? Grab some
popcorn, get a good seat, and I'll be

right in.

All right.

Along with the antibiotics, we'll keep
him on high doses of iron,

and aspirin. And that's about it.

He should be up and out in a week.

Any problem if we follow up on the
operation?

Not at all. Be my guest.

Let me know how he's doing.

No, seriously, I'm glad to see you guys
interested in cardiology.

It's a hell of a specialty, and I'll
give you a little tip.

Baby boomers are getting up there.

They play too hard, they work too hard,
and now all they do is obsess about how

hard they played and worked.

They're going to make a lot of
cardiologists very, very rich.

Thanks, Frank.

Okay, that's it. We'll see you in class
next week.

Keep up with your residents.

Don't let them take advantage of you,
though.

And now, one other thing.

Dr. Donati is a terrific surgeon, don't
get me wrong.

But when it comes time for you guys to
pick your specialties, I hope you do it

from here.

See you, Marty.

Mark, do you have a minute? Sure, what's
up?

I saw you talking with Dr. Donati. Yeah,
my class was just watching his surgery.

Good, good.

Would you say the two of you are close?

Oh, more personally than personally,
really.

Good, good.

Can we speak privately?

Oh, we were.

Come here.

Hey! What's up?

We're going in the lounge.

You're blocking our way.

You don't really want to do that.

You want to bet? Move.

What is that?

Okay, a buddy of mine moved back to New
York and asked me if I could take care

of Bob.

Bob? Bob, yeah.

He needed a new home and I thought that
I could swing it.

Until my landlord said either I go or
Bob goes.

Hey, guys, what's going on?

Oh, what do we have here?

Oh, you like him. Oh, he's so sweet.

He's yours.

I don't think so.

Oh, and look at those sad, beautiful,
homeless eyes.

Yeah, well, they'll be even sadder in a
condo with a baby clearing coffee

tables. Colin could take him to work.
Work?

Work is training fighter pilots 32 ,000
feet in the air over the Mojave Desert.

Okay, Mark and I are going over here for
a cup of coffee.

When I turn back, I do not want to see
Bob.

Mark.

He is kind of appealing, you know.

What about Dr. Donati? Yeah, what about
him? Well, he hasn't given me a copy of

his malpractice policy.

Well, I know he has one.

Of course, but I can't have a doctor
practicing medicine in the hospital

a malpractice policy on file.

We're doing a losing, Norman.

Right, but I'm afraid if I lean on him
any harder... You know, he might get a

little insulted.

You want me to lean on him.

Thank you, Mark. I really appreciate
this.

I am turning around now.

Where is it?

The panda took him.

Then why is your pillow breathing?

All right, fine.

I'll take him to the pound.

I only hope that somebody is decent
enough to give him a good home.

Bye -bye, doggie.

I mean, it's not even like he asked for
much. A little can of food, some water.

Okay, I hope you find them a nice and
decent home.

I wonder how long they keep him at the
pound before they, uh... All right.

All right, I'll take him.

But I'm telling you, just until you find
him a decent home. Oh, thank you so

much. I will, I will.

And, uh, Bob appreciates it.

What do you say, Bob?

This is Dr. Donati.

Yeah, it's me. You ready?

Go up to the third level. The parking
garage will come up the side entrance.

It's open.

I'm on my way.

What about Jerry?

Well, I'm sure that Jerry is in the
Caribbean right now. Suck the weights.

be sucking on a pina colada.

I'll be waiting for you.

Okay, I'll be there.

That's a lot.

You want another?

No.

You know what, Dale?

I think I would like to have something
with a little more kick.

Yeah? Yeah.

You want to drink some matches?

Definitely. All right, man. Then let's
do it.

So where are we going?

Friends house.

Is he cool? Oh, he's very cool.

You know, as a matter of fact, we're not
even going to have played this part.

Jack, I think you and I are going to be
friends for a very long time.

Coming back?

Crime.

Wow. Mark, I'm sorry. I've never heard
him do this.

You never did this before?

Well, maybe once when I wouldn't let him
sleep with me.

On the bed?

He climbed right up. He was out like a
light.

Come

on

in, Bob.

Yeah, I'm sure he jumped right up on the
bed.

Doctor, we have a coronary coming in.
Thanks. Mark?

Hey, Mark, I gotta go.

Make yourself at home.

Jess?

What do we got?

Patient's 35, been drinking, has a
history of heart problems.

What's the drip?

Amyotarone. Who authorized that? I did.

Dr. Denari, I'm sorry. I didn't realize
that. Jerry's been my patient for close

to 10 years. He's been heading toward
this for the last five.

He's having runs of ventricular
tachycardia. You want to double up on

amyotarone with a lidocaine IV?

Sounds a little aggressive.

This is tachycardia. All right. Get me a
crash cart with a distribulator.

Get me a lidocaine intravenous and list
that 150 ml drip bottle.

Mm -hmm. Come on.

And one, two, three.

Nurse, would you please find out where
that crash cart is?

Get him on the monitor. Keep him
ventilated.

Prep an OR. I'm going to scruff. We're
going in with a pacing wire.

Hey, you heard him. Let's go.

Did he shoot him with the lidocaine?

Ten cc's less than a minute ago.

Damn it. Get Donati back in here.

I got it.

It's all over the place. We have to
decid.

Right now.

Clear.

He's flatlined.

Dent.

Clear.

I know my other shoes are on here
somewhere.

Jesse, I hope you're not worried about
what happened in the ER last night.

It's not that I feel bad, like I didn't
do everything I could. It's just that...

You didn't feel like you did everything
you could.

Yeah. Worst part of the job, Jesse.

But if you didn't feel bad, I'd tell you
to get in another profession.

But who would you tell me you and Donati
did everything you could to save

Jackson's life?

Does this belong to anybody?

Where'd you find that?

Should I tell him, Bob?

Isn't Bob a great dog?

Well, great's not the first word that
comes to mind.

So I heard you had a rough one last
night, Jess.

I've had better shifts.

You know what's really weird?

He was loaded with amiodarone and on a
2cc drip when he came in.

Denati gave him another shot of
lidocaine, and there wasn't even a blip

arrhythmia. Nothing at all?

Nothing. I was defibbing less than a
minute after the injection.

Well, you know, sometimes the drugs
don't take.

Not this time. He was on 30 cc of the
locals.

Something should have happened.

You'd think so.

Would you guys feel better if we ordered
a full autopsy on the body?

I've already tried that. I can't get in
touch with Jackson's next of kin to get

an okay.

You know, I could ask Frank.

He was pretty close to the patient,
wasn't he?

Yeah, he said he's been treating for
over ten years.

Uh, Dad.

I think Bob brought you a little gift.

A bikini top?

Boy, somebody's going to be needing
this.

You know, I think I could start to like
this, Don.

Hey, guys.

Relax, Jack.

You look like you just killed somebody.

Look, do you think it's smart walking
around in public like this? Your partner

died of ventricular tachycardia. I was
his doctor. Of course you should be

talking to me.

Frank, you are pushing it. I'm doing
exactly what we talked about.

Now relax and let me know where we are.

I don't know.

What does that mean? Well, it means that
I haven't heard from Jerry yet.

Why not?

How in the hell should I know why not?

Look, if that little bastard screws
up... He's not going to screw up, Frank.

Gammony needs a life insurance as much
as we do.

What about my patient last night?

I called a morgue. He's supposed to be
cremated this morning.

And the insurance company? They haven't
called yet.

Don't hit too hard on that front.

Let them come to you.

Frank, I can't wait forever, all right?

I got creditors crawling all over me.

You wait for them, okay?

Fine, Frank.

Dr. Donati.

Oh, thanks.

I was hoping I'd catch you here. Now,
shouldn't you be in the golf course on a

Saturday? You never got into the game,
Frank.

Dr. Sloan, Jack Peterson.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

What's up, Mark? Well, I'm sorry to
interrupt right now, but I heard about

patient you had in the ER last night.
Jerry Jackson.

Yeah, Jack was his business partner.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

Then maybe this isn't the time.

The time for what?

Well, the young doctor who was on call,
Jesse Travis.

Good kid.

Yeah, I think so.

Frank, he's having some real self
-doubts about what he could have done.

We both did everything we could, Mark.
Oh, I know you did, but Travis is the

kind of a young man who's always asking
questions, double -checking himself.

Well, what are you getting at?

I was wondering if you could help me get
the next opinion okay, a complete

autopsy. Well, what does that mean? I
thought an autopsy was done.

Well, you know, it was just enough to
legally sign a death certificate.

I was thinking of the more extensive
blood tissue, organs, bone, brain. Mark,

Jerry Jackson died of ventricular
tachycardia. The guy was overweight. He

high blood pressure. His cholesterol was
pushing 400.

You're right. I just think an autopsy
would help Jesse settle his doubts.

Well, if you need the approval of next
of kin.

You're the next of kin?

Yeah, well, I mean, yeah, sort of.

Jerry lost his last blood roll about
three years ago, so business reasons, we

decided to lock up legally.

Oh, I see. Well, would you have any
objection to my doing an autopsy on Mr.

Jackson?

Well, I don't know.

Would I have any objections?

Well, I mean, if there's a problem.

No, no, no, I think Jack's just a little
confused about what a full autopsy

involves. Of course.

Let me explain to him exactly what's
going on. I don't see why we can't help

out. That is great.

Frank, I really appreciate it. Thank
you. And thank you, Mr. Peterson. And

so sorry about your partner.

What the hell is that about?

Now, come on. If he starts doing an
autopsy, he's going to figure out it

Jerry who died last night.

Yeah, he is.

Well, so what the hell are you doing?

Stalling. He can't do an autopsy on
ashes.

You just make sure the mortuary cremates
that body within the hour.

Hello. Hey, it's Jerry. Hey, man, how
you doing?

Not too good.

How's the Caribbean?

I didn't go.

What?

I can't do this.

Jerry, don't you think it's a little
late for that now?

No, we haven't done anything yet. Jerry,
there's a death certificate with your

name on it. We agreed to do this.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

All right? We didn't kill anybody.

Donati did all that.

Oh, and you don't think he's going to
drag us down as accomplices? Use your

stupid little pea brain, okay?

Now, go. We are in this all the way.

Look, I'm the one who has to disappear.

I'm the one who's got to turn his life
around.

Jerry, you agreed to this.

No, you pushed me into it. You know
what? I'm really getting sick and tired

you pushing me around. I'm not going to
be pushed anymore.

Where are you?

By the airport.

Down in the garage where I was supposed
to park the car.

You've been there all night?

Yeah, I've been here all night. I've got
plenty of time to think about this,

too. Just stay there.

Why? What are you going to do, Jack?

I'm coming to talk to you.

No. I don't need to talk to you.

Just stay there.

So are we going to do the autopsy or
what? Well, yeah, if I can ever get the

body over here. Well, where is it? I
don't know.

I called Donati's office over an hour
ago. They were checking. They think it's

at a mortuary, yet they're not sure
which mortuary.

Okay, listen, I've got to pick up CJ
from daycare at around 5 o 'clock. Let

know if we're on or not so I can make
other arrangements, all right? Okay,

thank you.

Dr. Donati.

Hello, Doctor.

Hi, how are you?

Uh, you know, I just wanted to ask you a
question.

Do you know anything about where
Jackson's body is?

You haven't got it yet?

No, I called my office over three hours
ago. They were supposed to call the

mortuary.

I guess they haven't.

Yeah, hello, Sheila.

What's the status on Jerry Jackson's
body?

She's checking with the mortuary.

Oh, thanks.

I want you to think that I'm this
completely anal guy, you know, because

not. Although, yeah, I just keep asking
myself, did I do everything that I

could? Could I have done better? Did I
screw up? And I've always been like

ever since I was little, ever since I
got my first model train set. You know,

had to take it apart piece by piece, put
it back together to see how it worked.

Of course, there were a lot of pieces
left over. I was only five at the time.

-huh. Are you sure?

What?

Okay, I see.

No, no, it's fine.

No, I'll tell him.

Thanks, Sheila.

Well, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

They've already cremated the body.

He hasn't even been dead 24 hours yet.
Yeah, look, I'm sorry, but the mortuary

was under the impression that the next
to Kim wanted the body cremated

immediately.

So that's it.

Look, Doctor, don't second -guess
yourself.

There's a 99 % chance the autopsy
wouldn't have come up with anything.

Yeah, but still that 1 % chance, you
know, that's the one that makes me

Don't you wonder?

When you've been at this as long as I,
you'd know that you did everything you

could to save Jerry Jackson's life.

That's what you should be thinking
about, and not the 1%. Dr. Donati, you

phone call, line one. Thank you. Okay?

Okay. Thank you very much for trying. No
problem.

This is Dr. Donati.

We got a problem here.

Okay, where are you?

I'm in the parking garage.

We had a fight.

I hit him.

Why the hell isn't he in the Caribbean?

Well,

I don't think that's something we have
to worry about right now.

You're right.

You've got to get him out of there.

Yeah, well, how the hell am I going to
do that, Frank?

Every gate in this parking garage has a
camera.

They'll trace the car and they'll get to
me.

Frank, now what the hell are we going to
do?

Frank.

Damn it, Frank. Talk to me.

Calm down.

Where exactly are you?

I'm on the bottom floor of the parking
structure.

All right.

I'll be right there.

The gate operator smoked, put an initial
alarm in at 6.

Got here at 3 .44, headed out at 3 .53.

Paul, just admit it, we had a good look
inside the car.

70 -minute car fire could have a lot of
heat.

Definitely arson.

No question in my mind, but I called the
scene just to be sure.

Any witnesses?

Well...

We're six levels down.

Nothing else going on here but the rats.

Somebody knew what they were doing.

They did a number on his teeth before
they torched him. It's going to make a

tough day, D. Yeah.

No plate.

Bins are gone.

It'll be real tough.

All right, let's seal it off.

It's definitely a homicide.

Don't let anybody in here. I want to get
this body under a microscope as soon as

I can. You got it.

Thanks for coming in.

Something too interesting to pass up.

Pulled this guy out of a well -torched
92 town car about three hours ago.

Uh -huh. Mort was close. We brought him
in here to get a head start on the ID.

They didn't want us to know what we have
here, did they?

That's what it looks like. What do we
have here?

Well, I removed some pigment from the
left toes.

Caucasian. Bone structure indicates he's
male. I don't know.

250 pounds, 6 feet.

Well, that doesn't narrow it down too
much.

Do you get any x -rays or anything?

I really haven't had a chance to look.
Here, help yourself.

Oh, good.

What are we looking for?

Well, you never know.

Back when you were a kid, I had a victim
who swallowed her wedding ring just

before her husband set her on fire.

The ring was inscribed, The Marge from
Fred, with love.

Fred's still serving time.

Aha. What?

There. Look at the right hip.

Well, it's definitely a sign of a
previous fracture.

Yeah, split the pelvis.

Okay.

What do we got here?

The perfect thing to use when you're
trying to connect a fractured pelvis to

femur. I give up. How's a hip screw
going to help us?

It's going to tell us who that is lying
right there.

Yeah? How so?

See those little numbers on there?

Those are serial numbers.

We can track it to the manufacturer who
can trace it right to a hospital.

Who can trace it to an orthopedic
surgeon.

Who can trace it to a patient. There you
go.

a little talk about your sleeping
habits.

Hello?

Hi, Dad.

Steve? What's the matter?

I'm still at the hospital.

Still? What time is it?

I don't know. I've been here all night.

We ran that pin.

Any luck?

The one that got burned up in that car
was a Mr. Jerry Jackson.

The same Jerry Jackson that Jesse
pronounced dead last night.

The orthopedic surgeon from Denver sent
me a copy of Jackson's case file.

There's absolutely no question that he
put pin number 4567F345 into Jackson 12

years ago when he broke his hip in a car
accident.

Jesse?

All I know is that the guy who showed up
in the ER that night looks a lot like

the guy in these pictures.

Those are the only recent pictures we
could dig up of Jackson in his

Any chance of a clerical error? Maybe
somebody mixed up the pins?

Oh, a lot of people would have to make a
lot of mistakes.

But it is possible.

Well, there are 12 digits on those pins.
They're traceable from the manufacturer

right down to the patient.

Frank Donati definitely confirmed that
the man who died in the emergency care

unit that night was Jerry Jackson.

Absolutely. I mean, ask anyone in the ER
that night.

Any other ID on him? A wallet full. I
wouldn't have signed the death

if there wasn't.

What do you think, Dad?

I think manufacturers' serial numbers
don't lie, but doctors who have

to hide do.

But he's a respectable cardiac surgeon.
Why would he lie?

I don't know. That's what we've got to
find out.

Starting with lie number one, who died
in the ER that night?

That's going to be tough to do.

He's dust.

Well, then let's start putting his life
together right up to the time he was

cremated.

Bob?

What do you got now, Bob?

Wow, looks like Bob's found a couple of
friends. You ought to be the Kilmer

sisters. The Kilmer sisters? They're
house -sitting down the beach.

That was Gwen's bathing suit Bob came
home with the other day.

A dog?

No, I think she's kind of cute.

No, no, no, I mean, when I was checking
Jackson's IV, or whoever that was in the

ER, the IV that the paramedic set up, I
was checking it, and I saw on his hand,

he had a stamp. It was the face of a
dog.

Donati said that Jackson had been
drinking when he called about the chest

the other night.

Well, could the stamp be from some club
he was at? Well, if he was, somebody

must have seen him.

Here, Picasso, do your best.

You know, Norman's been after me to talk
to Donati about his malpractice

insurance. I think now's a good time to
go by there.

Amanda, would you mind helping kill my
sisters before Bob takes all of their

bathing suits?

Steve Kelly is checking out tomorrow.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Something wrong?

I'm Norman Briggs, chief administrator
of the hospital.

Oh, are you here to help me?

I don't know. Who are you?

Myron Hubble.

Capital One Insurance.

This is about Dr. Donati, isn't it?

Donati.

Frank Donati is mentioned here.

All right, now let me explain. There has
been a very unfortunate mix -up.

I don't like mix -ups.

And I don't like malpractices, but what
am I supposed to do? I've tried

everything to get Dr. Donati to get that
form in. He's just not doing it.

Doctors can't work in a hospital unless
they're under a malpractice umbrella.

I know. I know this.

So what are you doing about it?

Everything, I swear.

You know, I think we should talk.

What?

Capital One is the third largest
provider...

of malpractice coverage in metropolitan
areas with a population of over a

million, but less than four million.

Here, look at this prospectus.

You're not here about Dr.

Donati's malpractice insurance, are you?

Well, actually, I'm in claims.

I want to be in sales.

That's where my heart is.

I don't care where your heart is. What
are you doing here?

Well, actually, that's because of this.

This doesn't mean we're in trouble, does
it?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Mark, I'm sorry. They just told me you
were in here. Oh, that's fine.

Sorry to bother you at all, Frank. What
can I do for you?

Well, Frank, it's about your malpractice
insurance.

Oh, Mark, this is embarrassing.

I don't want to embarrass you. It's just
that Norman doesn't want to leave the

hospital open for any liability.

Look, I've been changing the staff. It
wasn't his place.

We're tracking it down.

Yeah, I know that. Your staff didn't
seem to know anything about it.

You talked to them.

Well, yeah, I didn't want to bother you
unless I had to.

I'll have the certificate in Norman's
hands this week. You'll like that. You

know, particularly after what happened
the other day in the ER.

What happened in the ER?

With your patient.

Jerry Jackson? Mark, there's absolutely
no grounds for a malpractice suit. We

did everything we could to save him.

Don't get me wrong. I'm sure you did.
It's just that you know how Norman is.

Tell Briggs to relax.

Jerry Jackson died of a massive
coronary. Look at his medical history.

He'd been heading for it for a long
time.

You know, I might just take you up on
that. You know, just to be on the safe

side. I'll get it over to you right
away. I'd appreciate it.

Oh, uh, one thing, Frank.

Uh... You said Jerry Jackson called you
complaining of chest pains?

About 11 o 'clock. I told him to come
right over here.

To your office, not to the hospital?

I was here working. He was closer to my
office than the hospital.

You know, that was probably the best
thing to do.

You don't sound convinced.

Well, I wouldn't want somebody accusing
you of putting a dying man behind the

wheel of a car.

Mark, it isn't the first time Jerry
called complaining of chest pains. I

you get to know a patient after 12
years. It didn't sound like anything I

heard before.

Did he ever talk about his hip surgery?

I'm a cardiologist. I wouldn't know
anything about hip surgery.

Ah, I mean, you wouldn't know that he
had a pin in his leg.

I guess not.

Where exactly was Jerry when he called
you about the chest pains?

Is that important?

Well, probably not, but I was just
thinking, you know, in case somewhere

the line somebody questions your
judgment, it wouldn't be a bad idea to

few witnesses lined up who could
testify.

If they saw Jerry, he wouldn't have been
in that bad of shape.

Mark, I think you're getting a little
paranoid.

Probably, but, you know, just in case.

I honestly can't tell you where he was.
He didn't mention the name of the bar.

He didn't?

No, he didn't.

But then how did you know that he was
closer to your office than he was to the

hospital?

He said he'd been at a bar. He was
calling from his car phone.

Oh, I see. Yeah, that makes sense.

It was funny, I, uh... I'm just
thinking, if I was in a car with chest

think I'd head directly for the hospital
instead of my doctor's office.

You're a very smart doctor, Mark.

Jerry was an overweight neurotic
salesman. Now I really do have to get

it. Of course.

Sorry to have bothered you, Frank.

Not a problem. See you around the zoo.

Bye.

Oh, Myron Hubble, a Capital One
insurance, Amanda Livingston, a resident

pathologist. Nice meeting you. And Jesse
Travis, the doctor who signed the death

certificate. Nice meeting you.

Go ahead. Tell them what you want.

Well, simply, we need an autopsy photo
of Jerry Jackson to match it against the

photo on his life insurance policy.

Could you take a photo? How much is the
life insurance policy for?

Exactly...

$2 ,150 ,000. Are you kidding? Mark's
going to love to hear that.

Did we take a picture? He never got to
pathology.

Does that mean we're in some kind of
trouble? It means, Myron, put a hold on

paying off that policy just for a little
while.

Wait, I can't.

Looks like you got a match.

This guy looks familiar to you at all.

Yeah, looks like every other middle
-aged suit who doesn't belong in here.

Was there anybody in here on Friday
night that looked roughly like this guy?

He's not my type. Not in the memory
banks.

Maybe there's someone around here that
does have him in their memory banks.

Danny works at the bar.

Women, he's batting a thousand men.

Forget it.

Okay. Anybody else?

If the guy got thrown out, maybe Tiny
would remember him. I think he was

bouncing on Friday.

He didn't bounce anyone on Friday.

You were here?

I'm always here.

Does this guy...

Look familiar?

What'd he do?

Got himself killed.

Well, you know, that guy looks familiar.

He is your type?

Definitely. I think he was here on
Friday night.

Can you tell me if he was with anybody
or what time he left?

I think around 11.

Made a couple phone calls before that.

This guy could have been here.

It's a really bad picture of him, but
that could be the guy.

He was hitting on me for a while.

His name was Dean or Dino, something
like that.

He had a pretty smooth rap.

What are you, O .D.? Why would you think
that?

They were hooking up with somebody for
some nitrous.

You sure?

I was standing right next to him, if
that's the guy.

You know, the more I look at this
picture...

I don't think it was.

Perfect.

So I got them both leaving the Mad Dog
Club at about 10 after 11.

Plenty of time to get to Donati's office
and the hospital.

Hello?

Yeah, right here. Your office. Oh,
thanks.

Yeah, Sloan here.

You did?

Great. Is your PAX machine on? Yeah. All
right, Jerry, go ahead. Thanks.

We ran a name, Dean, first and last
through missing persons and came up with

Dean Stroll.

He's a car salesman from Santa Monica.

Didn't show up for work all weekend.

What do you think?

That's the guy, definitely.

So they killed Dean and sold him off as
Jerry and defrauded the insurance

company out of $2 million.

I can't believe Denati would do that.

You know, I did some digging into his
finances. The man was broke.

He didn't deliver his malpractice
insurance because he hadn't paid the

yet. Which is just the tip of the
iceberg. He has houses, cars, boats,

single one of them behind on payments.

He's in just as much trouble as Jack and
Jerry.

Their little coffee import business has
been on the skids for over a year.

Well, then what are we waiting for? We
got him. No, we don't. It'll just boil

down to Donati's word against ours.
We've got the pin that positively

Jerry. Yeah, you can say that. But it's
still a possibility that there's some

clerical error in there somewhere. And
don't forget that you signed the death

certificate.

Dad, we've got motive. We've got
opportunity.

Well, you know we can't get the district
attorney to go after anybody unless we

can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that
Donati, a respected physician, killed

Dean Stroll, a man he presumably never
even met, and Jerry Jackson, who is a

lifelong patient.

So.

This is all that's left of Dean Stroh.

How is this going to help us out?

I don't know.

You know, I've gone over these pathology
reports at least a dozen times, and

there was nothing inconsistent with a
coronary arrest.

Was there any blood or tissue saved that
we could re -examine? Nothing.

Everything literally went up in smoke.

Okay, came in on an amiodarone drip.

Right, with running ventricular
tachycardia.

And did not I give him 10 cc's of
lidocaine?

Or did he?

Well, the paramedic definitely saw the
injection.

He saw an injection.

You think he might have given him
something else?

It could have been something to
counteract the amiodarone. You know,

explain the ongoing tachycardia.

How do we prove it? Well, you can't tell
fascists for any chemical imbalances.

Man, these guys were smart.

Look at this. They even found a victim
to murder who looked like Jerry.

Jesse, turn it over.

Uh, I don't believe it. Go call him
right away. On what?

We have something that we can re
-examine. Jerry donated his eyes to

How could we have missed that?

Well, an attendant nurse.

Probably noticed that donor card and
called the tech team over before the

went to the morgue. Yeah, but Jesse was
in the A .R. the whole night.

Well, it takes three minutes to take the
eyes out. They could have been in and

out while Jesse was signing the
decision.

Well, with the living tissue, at least
we can run a whole battery of tests to

determine what killed Dean Stroll. And
how.

Thanks.

We don't have to run any tests. They
already did down at the donor lab. The

corneas were rejected because of a high
level of potassium.

Potassium? Way off the charts. They
attributed it to renal failure.

Are we attributing this to Dr. Donati?
An injection of potassium would

definitely neutralize the amiodarone.
And wouldn't show up in a simple

What do you think?

I think we should go after our weakest
link.

Jack Peterson?

What's going on?

This is a search warrant for your office
and your personal property.

You want to tell me what you're looking
for?

You want to tell us about Jerry Jackson
to make it easy?

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

How does murder sound?

I closed off the office. I'll start out
here in the car. Wait a minute. You're

accusing me of murder?

Right now, we're just taking a look
around.

I didn't kill anybody.

You want to open up your trunk for us,
please?

Look, I didn't kill my partner.

Where were you Saturday night, Jack?

What do you mean Saturday night?

Jerry died in the emergency room Friday
night.

There could be some blood tissue
residual on there.

Look, I don't know what's going on here.
Well, then I'll tell you. We think you

killed your partner in a parking garage
near the airport.

Then you took something to his face,
like this, and destroyed any dental work

that would help us ID him.

Then you took the plates and the VIN
numbers off the car and you lit it on

Is that right?

Yeah, well, you got a reason why I did
that?

Maybe you can tell us that. I didn't
kill my partner.

What about Dean Stroll?

I don't know a Dean Stroll.

That's funny. There's a couple of young
ladies over at the Mad Dog Club who are

pretty sure you were with Dean Friday
night.

All right, well, then the bitches are
lying, okay? I was home Friday night.

got someone who can back that up? Oh,
yes, I do. Frank Donati, as a matter of

fact, called me at 11 .30.

Woke me out of a deep sleep to tell me
Jerry was dead.

That's not what he told us.

Yeah, what'd he tell you?

I think you better come downtown with
us, Jack.

Am I under arrest? You're real close.

Jack, what are you doing here? Frank,
they know everything.

Everything. Settle down.

Tell me what's going on. They know that
you killed Stroll, and they know what we

did with Jerry. That's impossible. Keep
your voice down.

I'm telling you, they know. All right,
Sloan and half the police force were at

my office all day searching for
evidence.

Relax. They're not going to find
anything. They already have, Frank. They

a tire iron in the back of my car, and
they're checking it for bloodstains.

Jack, get your head on straight. I got
rid of the tire iron. What? In my trunk,

Frank? I'm not an idiot.

They found a tire iron in my trunk.
Right now, they're testing it for

bloodstains. And they'll come up empty.

I buried the tire iron where no one can
find it.

Frank, they're going to get us.

They don't have anything.

Frank, what about the syringe?

What syringe?

They found a syringe in your locker.

the hospital.

I'm a doctor. Doctors use syringes. They
said it's going to prove that you

injected something in the straw that
killed him. I don't think so.

You know, Jack, can I give you something
to settle you down? Frank, I saw it.

They are checking lot numbers.

Lot numbers?

On the syringe.

They're tracing needles or something.

The lidocaine injection?

They know that you switched the
lidocaine with something else.

Sloan is very, very good.

Yeah, well, what the hell does this
mean, Frank?

It means they have a theory and no
proof.

Frank, he had the syringe. He had a
syringe. They're playing games with you.

They want you to crack.

Frank, Sloan is going to prove that you
switched syringes and killed Stroll.

Look, if he had the syringe, I switched
that night.

And he had the lot numbers from that
syringe.

You know, he probably could open up a
big can of worms, and I'd probably have

lot of explaining to do.

He had it, Frank.

No, he didn't.

It's right here.

Now, would you relax?

Jack, we have nothing to worry about.

Yes, you do, Frank. You have a lot to
worry about.

Let's go.

Oh, you stupid son of a bitch.

He may be stupid, but you're the one
under arrest for murder.

Frank, what a wimp.

Jack's still facing assault, fraud, and
accessory to murder charges. He's going

to be put away for a long time.

As long as Frank.

It's kind of sad.

This surgeon finds himself in financial
hell and turns to murder to save

himself.

More than sad.

Hi, everybody.

Hey. Hi, Jess. Well, I guess you'll all
be glad to know that I finally found a

home for Bob. Oh, really? Good.

Yeah, she's 78. She's a widow, and she
lives down the block from me.

I don't know. I'm kind of getting used
to the guy, even though I have to

administer all my... Mark, you have
enough going on in your life. You don't

to take care of a dog. Yeah, he'll have
a good time with Mrs. Himdale. She's

hardly using the walker anymore.

Jess, is it a done deal?

No. I mean, she wanted to meet with Bob.
Why?

Well, the Kilmer sisters dropped by the
other day. They want to know if they

could have him.

Why didn't you say so before?

Well, I don't know. I was thinking maybe
I might keep him myself.

But Amanda's right. I'm not around that
much. You know how Bob gets when he

hasn't got a shoulder to lean on. So
this way you get the best of both

Bob's up the beach getting plenty of
attention, and he can stop by any time

wants. That's what I was thinking.

I'm getting a feeling Bob's going to be
walking around here just about any time.

Oh, boy.