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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.