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There's more than one doctor in the
house when your favorite TV MDs return

help Dick Van Dyke solve a murder.

Who could possibly go wrong?

Look out!

There's just one problem. They all hate
each other. One of them could be the

victim. Code blue, total arrest!

Followed by another all -new episode on
a double dose of diagnosis murder. CBS

Next.

The video endoscope arrived from Boston
this afternoon.

Good. You'll schedule the surgery for
tomorrow afternoon.

Well, all due respect, Dr.

Everett, and I think that's my call.

Dr. Morrissey is the chief surgeon on
this one, Jeff. You're both right.

I'll have four clocks out.

Already scheduled. Now, that's a good
surgeon.

Who would appreciate it if you would be
a good patient?

Yeah, that's the thanks you get. You
take them under your wing.

You teach them everything you know. You
guide them. You nurture them. And you

yell at them every mistake.

I never yell.

Anyway, I think my best yelling years
are over.

I don't know. That sounded pretty good,
Jeff.

Your voice seems a little stronger since
the operation. It is stronger, just not

prettier. Well, it won't outfit your
personality.

Now I understand why you're a blood
pressure shot up when you're retired out

here. You haven't got Ken around to help
you blow off steam.

Any other assisting doctors check in
yet? Yeah, I talked to Dr. Plankton last

night, Dr. Andrews this morning.

Wait a minute.

Is somebody wrong?

Yeah. You didn't tell me that Clayton
Andrews was part of this.

It doesn't matter.

Hey, it's your surgery. You've got the
right to pick your own team.

I'd better go check on that endoscope,
make sure it arrives in one piece.

Clayton met you, don't you? Same here.

Kids?

Well, Jeff Morse, he's hardly a kid. I
mean, he had to be my age.

Everybody's a kid.

He and Plankton used to be like
brothers.

And a couple of years ago, I don't know,
just... What happened?

That's nothing.

Just some idiot's idea of a joke.

Sure.

It's not much of a joke, just blood.

Here's what we've got so far, Dr.
Morrissey. There were no witnesses.

Crime lab identified the blood on your
rental car. It was human.

Say B negative if it matters.

That should make your job a lot easier.
All you gotta do is find a graffiti

artist with B negative blood and a bad
case of anemia.

There's nothing funny about this,
doctor.

Look, blood or no blood, you don't
expect me to take a dumb prank like this

seriously, do you?

If it was the first dumb prank, no, but
it wasn't the first.

Yeah, what makes you think so?

Boston PD.

They've had a dozen reports of similar
pranks the last few months.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it. That
kind of thing's been going on ever since

became chief of surgical research at
Boston Central.

They think you've been targeted by a
militant animal rights group.

Yeah, just because I've developed new
surgical techniques using animals, they

look on me as some kind of a Nazi death
camp doctor.

They're a bunch of uninformed idiots.

I say they were pretty well informed if
they knew enough to track you here from

Boston.

Under the circumstances, I'm authorized
to provide you with police protection

while you're in L .A.

Well, I should think the police
department would have better things to

its men.

Look, these people could be dangerous.

I hate to disagree with you, Detective.

Thanks for your offer, but no thanks.

We scrub in an hour. Right.

Who do you turn down police protection?

Yeah, well, I had to try.

Look, I'll keep looking into this, all
right? See you at home.

Don't be late. You're cooking.

Ah, well, I hope you have a pizza then.

Oh, God.

Dr. Sloan.

Yes. Sally Crawfield.

I met you last year at Dr. Everton's
retirement dinner. Yes, of course you

Nice to see you.

Jeff just checked in a little while ago
for his pre -op test.

He's going to be glad to see you. He was
hoping you'd join the team.

I almost didn't. I'm giving up surgical
nursing.

What? Why?

Well, I joined a small clinic a few
hours north of Boston.

Small town, a couple hours off the
interstate.

They've got one school, one church, one
bank, one doctor, and one nurse. Me.

Oh, boy, that's quite a career change.

Cutting -edge surgical nurse to working
in a small family practice.

Boy. Well, before, it was more like
serving a corporate monster than serving

community. Oh, amen to that.

Gee, you make me wish I was starting out
again. I think I'd join you.

Well, it's never too late to change your
life, Doctor.

You've already proven that.

Mark. Mark.

I've made arrangements for the residents
to attend Dr. Everdeen's surgery this

morning. Oh, good. What about the
videotape? Well, all I need now is his

signature on this permission slip, and
we're rolling. We're rolling.

So, uh, so where is he?

Isn't he in his room?

Well, if he was in his room, would I be
asking you where he is?

Tell me we have not lost Dr. Everdeen.

Tell me that.

Excuse me, you're not supposed to be
in...

Dr. Everton, what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be getting your pre

tests. I can't seem to break an old
habit.

For 30 years, before every operation, I
always checked on the supplies, the

awar, the scrub room, just to make sure
everything was in its right place.

And was it?

Always.

I'm ashamed at how nervous I am. Oh.

What do you think with all the surgical
experience I've had that I wouldn't...

That's experience after two events.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

Whenever I go to the dentist, I need
nitrous just to get my teeth cleaned.

Yeah.

Me assist you? That's absurd. Look, pal,
if you have a problem, why don't you

take it up with Jeff? It was his choice,
not mine. His choice?

Since when has he ever had a choice in
anything involving you?

He's never denied you anything. You play
him like a damn puppet. Oh, that's

insulting. No, I'll tell you what's
insulting.

You asking me to play backup when we
both know I'm twice the surgeon you'll

be.

You pompous son of a... All right.

That's enough.

Wow. I thought if I brought you both
here, you'd take this opportunity to

things up.

Boy, I can see that was a mistake.

You're right.

It was a mistake.

I should... No.

You should give each other the respect
you deserve.

It's not that simple. Yes, it is that
simple.

Now, I'm not going to have you fighting.

Especially since you're going to be
cutting me open soon.

Now, come on, guys. Come on.

But I suppose I could have picked a
better time to air the winner of my

discontent.

I'm sorry, Jeff. I apologize to you.

Yeah, me too.

See you in O .R.

Ah, that went well, didn't it?

Dr.

Morrissey. Yeah?

Hi, I'm Jesse Travis.

I work with Dr. Sloan.

Oh, you're the resident who's going to
scrub up with us today.

Yes, sir. It's a real honor.

Your advances in video endoscopic
surgery are a real cutting edge.

Actually, it's kind of the work that I'd
like to get into someday.

Oh, well, thank you.

Look, when you finish your residency,
why don't you give me a call?

Maybe we can find a place for you at D
.C. Are you serious?

Because... Look out!

What do you think of life on the cutting
edge, doctor?

Still worried?

Not really.

Liar, I can feel your pulse and your
heart is racing.

You're not going to squeal on me, are
you? I don't let everyone know that

human. My lips are sealed.

You take care.

You know, this kind of operation can put
a hospital on the map, research -wise.

We're talking.

Surgical research grants, foundation
donations, who knows, maybe even the

Prize.

You don't think anything could go wrong,
do you? Two of the top surgeons in this

country performing this procedure?
Norman, what could possibly go wrong?

I love you. How do I look? I look like a
doctor? Fine.

Remind me, I owe you, Dr. Travis, a new
pair of pants and a new shirt.

Where do those people get all that
blood?

I don't know. Maybe they take turns
opening a vein.

I wish you wouldn't joke about it.

Well, what am I going to do, Mark? Give
up my work?

Live under constant police protection?

Why don't anybody suggest that?

You know, you might tell Briggs that he
could spend a little more money on

brushes. This one's rough enough to
clean my stove.

Hello, lads. The patient's asleep.

Dr. Sloan plus Franklin.

Dr. Franklin's considered to be the
finest anesthesiologist in Boston.

Oh, another one of Jeff's draftees, huh?

I am so late. Sorry.

I had to take a full disinfectant, then
I had to take two showers.

What's wrong with everybody?

Just a wild guess, but I think they all
hate each other.

Pulse 64.

Respiration 22.

He's stable.

Surgical evidence, please.

All right, let's get at it.

As you all know, traditional surgery to
remove cardiac scar tissue involves

major physical trauma to the upper
chest, the rib cage, and the pericardial

Now, Dr. Travis, other than the normal
dangers to a patient during any surgical

procedure, Perhaps you can tell us the
risk factors associated with pericardial

surgery.

Surgical trauma resulting in extended
post -op recovery time, possibility of

blood clot, decreased efficacy of the
immune system.

That's very good. Got a bright kid here.
All right.

Second. All right.

Scalpel.

Cartery.

Tracker.

Give me another one.

Sponge.

Troll car.

Let me have the video endoscope.

Okay.

All right. Now, hold the endoscope.

With ease.

Endoscopics. In conjunction with a
miniature camera and fiber optics, we

see directly into the surgical area
without gross trauma to the chest

You all right?

I'm fine. Let me have the endoscopic
scissors.

You look a little flushed out. Are you
sure you're okay?

I'm fine. Let me have the scissors,
please.

Using this camera, in conjunction with
these endoscopic scissors, we can...

Perform procedures that please.

Sir. What?

Get. Make sure you're okay. Sir.

Get. I see him.

Mirror.

Halt. Kick.

Code blue. Total arrest.

Final.

Stable. You want to continue? We have no
choice.

A heart attack?

At all signs.

I can't believe he's dead.

I can't believe a man without a heart
could have a heart attack.

I'm sorry, Liz, what did you say?

Dee, what would I say?

What would I say about anything?

How's Jeff?

I was just about to follow him up to
recovery.

It went well. He should be out of the
anesthesia within the hour and up and

around by tomorrow.

Good. Yeah.

I don't relish the idea of telling him
about Morrissey.

Clayton wanted to let me do it. I
consider that a favor.

Thanks.

Dr. Andrews, that was brilliant work,
stepping in after the chief surgeon

collapsed. Oh, yeah, that was great.
That was outstanding.

Are you

old enough?

I'm fine.

You knew Kent a long time, didn't you?

Ken Clayton and I worked on Everdeen's
team for over 10 years together.

Jeff called us the three musketeers.

Hardwood is a friend.

That's what I hear.

Would you excuse me, please?

That's incredible.

A surgeon going into cardiac arrest in
the middle of a procedure. A renowned

heart surgeon in the prime of his life.

It's ironic.

It's a little too ironic.

What, you don't think he died of a heart
attack?

I don't know.

And not knowing drives me crazy.

Did you schedule that autopsy? Yeah, I'm
going to go down in a half hour. Really

go hard on it, Amanda. Anything you can
think of. I got it. Very thorough.

Then some.

Hi. Hi, anything?

Yeah, I got a trace on that license
plate Jesse saw. The car's registered to

Claire McKenna. She's a volunteer worker
for a group called Animal Crusade.

I'm on my way there now.

The bloodthrowers.

Yeah, looks like it.

Jesse, would you go with him and take a
look around? Maybe you can recognize

whoever threw the blood on Morrissey.
Yeah.

You think they had something to do with
Morrissey's death?

I think they need looking at.

It's going to be several hours before
Amanda threw the autopsy. If there's

a slight chance Morrissey didn't have a
heart attack, I think we should follow

any trails before they get cold.

Right. Hey, I guess I'm with you.

Let's go.

See you.

I'd better get down to the path lab. How
about you?

No, I've got to go talk to somebody.

You might come.

Dead? Can't tell you how sorry we are,
Jeff.

Oh, my God.

How could this happen?

The kid was in perfect health.

I'm the one with the heart condition.

Dr. Everton, you know as well as we do,
sometimes the only warning a man gets of

cardiac trouble is the heart attack that
kills him.

You know right now, Jeff, I sure held
them right about.

Why? I thought you said the procedure
was a success.

And it was. Dr. Andrews was brilliant.

Yeah, but your eyes are dilated. Your
skin's dry.

Heart rate's over 100.

You know, it could be you're having a
little toxic reaction to that

Oh, it'll pass.

It'll pass. Well, nevertheless, let's
make sure the versus staff keep a close

eye on him. We don't want you going into
shock.

I'm already in shock.

Mark, remember how you and your wife
used to tease me about not being

not having children.

You always said you couldn't find a
woman tough enough to put up with you.

That's what my husband said until he met
me.

Mark always said I'd regret not having
children in my old age.

You were wrong.

Even when I was forced to retire last
year, I'd never regret the choice I

Kent and Clayton.

Recognize anybody?

Actually, the guy was wearing a ski
mask.

Now you tell me.

See anybody in a ski mask?

Blood? Paint.

I'm looking for a Claire McKenna.

I'm Claire McKenna.

At least two of you have the guts to
show up.

Excuse me?

I don't know why we bother calling press
conferences anymore. Nobody comes.

The establishment press wants to ignore
us, but let's see you ignore that.

Actual videotape taken during the brutal
murder of a four -month -old.

A murder?

She was 97 -1 -B6.

That designates the year and the month
she was born, her breed, and her rank in

her litter.

You're talking about a dog.

Whose life was cut short.

Because a cosmetic company wanted to
test the toxic effects of a hair dye.

What did you think I was talking about?

Well, when someone mentions murder, I
usually think of a man or a woman.

Guess you could call it an occupational
blind spot.

He's a cop.

We hear about a car.

License number XKP147.

The DMV lists you as the owner.

He was using a felony assault this
morning.

That's impossible.

Well, we found the car parked outside.

I saw some reddish -brown stains on the
front passenger seat.

What do you want to bet if we test those
stains, we'll come up with blood?

I haven't used the car all day.

Has anybody else used it?

You know, the problem with blood is that
it takes days to get out from under

your fingernails.

You all right?

Better than him.

You're under arrest.

So there was no indication of a pre
-existing cardiac condition?

Well, the arteries were plaque -free,
and there were no lesions of scar tissue

on the heart itself.

What about blood clots?

None, and no damage to the cerebral
cortex, which might have indicated

hemorrhage or a stroke.

How about the internal organs?

Typically normal for a man his age.

So what you're saying is you have no
idea why Kent Morrissey dropped dead in

surgery yesterday. Mark, all I can tell
you is I won't know a thing until I get

the blood chemistry results tomorrow
morning. But from what I can tell after

examination, Kent Morrissey was in
perfect health. Except for the fact that

was dead.

You know, I noticed something. Why is it
that every time it's your turn to cook

dinner, you're late?

And why is it you have so little
consideration for our cholesterol

Good for what it is, you boy.

You guys have any luck?

A little.

We found out that Morrissey's attacker
did work at Animal Crusade.

And because the car used in the assault
belonged to another member of the

group... Which suggests conspiracy.

I'm going to go to Judge Rawlings, see
if he'll issue a subpoena for the

membership list, see who's on it.

You know, I know why I'm looking into
this, Dad. It's my job. What do you care

who harassed Morrissey? I mean, the
guy's dead.

I know.

That's exactly what bothers me.

I just...

Can I have a look at that body tomorrow?

By all means. This one's got me stumped.

Me too.

Just going over your report here. I
can't find a thing either.

Kent was in perfect health.

That's what makes it so hard to take.

I'm the one that should have been
stricken, not him.

What are you doing out of bed?

The whole point of endoscopic surgery is
rapid recovery time. I'm supposed to be

up.

But even if I wasn't, I'd still be here.

What'd you find out?

Big look.

No physical trauma.

No lesions, no scar tissue.

Cause of death, I don't know.

The answer's got to be in the blood
work.

Maybe there is no answer, Mark.

Look, every doctor's had one case at
least where the cause of death could not

determined. Sure, we write heart failure
on the death certificate, but...

That's only because sometimes we're
afraid to admit there are things we just

don't know.

I want to get you back into bed.

Only if you promise me a round of stud
poker when we get there.

You don't know who you're talking to,
pal. I think you're bluffing.

Where do you see Kent Morrissey's blood
chem results?

What are you doing out of bed?

You too.

What am I, an invalid?

Yes.

Phosphates.

Kent's blood had toxic levels of organic
phosphates.

Let me see that.

Ken was poisoned.

Mark, your hunch was right.

Morrissey was murdered.

Diagnosis murder will continue.

Murders in the air. When Dick Van Dyke
takes to the not -so -friendly skies.

But no one's flying the plane.

Oh, boy. A double dose of diagnosis
murder continues. CBS Next.

Okay, so Dr. Morrissey was poisoned.

Toxic overreaction to organic
phosphates. But now, how can you miss

an autopsy?

Because there were no secondary
indications of poisoning as a cause of

His stomach was empty. We had no reason
to suspect he had ingested anything

toxic. Besides, there were no needle
marks or punctures in the limbs or the

torso, which might indicate poisonous
injection.

That's a good work, Amanda. If you
hadn't ordered that complete toxicology

on his blood, we'd have never caught it.

Well, Mark, I think you said it best. If
you can't find the answer to something,

you're just not asking the right
question.

Wait a minute. If Morrissey hadn't had
anything to eat and hadn't had a drink

either since he was about to start a
three -hour operation, and there weren't

any puncture marks found on his body,
how did the poisons get in his system?

Well, Mark, a toxin like this, touching
him just wouldn't be enough. Those

phosphates had to get into his
bloodstream.

Maybe it happened before he got to the
hospital.

Not enough time. If a person has a toxic
sensitivity to organic phosphates, and

that's not guaranteed, death is within
minutes.

Maybe this will help.

Now, this is the tape they made for
teaching purposes.

What are we looking for?

I want to see if anyone touched Kemp
during that procedure.

Hey.

So, uh, Mercy was poisoned, huh? Oh,
yeah. We don't know how, but we know

It was right in that room.

Leaving out you and Jesse, that gives us
three possible killers. Yeah.

Les Franklin, Clayton Andrews, and Sally
Crawfield.

One of them killed him, and they did it
right in plain sight.

Now, Judge Raleigh issued a search
warrant for the Animal Crusade officers

went through their records this morning.

Look whose names turned up on their
membership list.

Oh.

Are you going to talk to her? I'm on my
way right now.

See you.

I joined the Massachusetts chapter a few
months ago.

I know it wasn't a secret, but I didn't
exactly advertise it either.

You spend your career assisting with
experimental surgery on animals, and

one day you hook up with a militant
animal rights group. Now, how does that

happen? I decided what I was doing was
wrong.

After 15 years?

After Kent Morrissey took over Jeff
Everton's position.

As the chief of surgical research at
Boston Central.

And what difference does that make?

Well, Jeff made sure we treated the
animals we used with respect.

He never allowed them to suffer.

And Morrissey didn't have such
compassion.

Turned out Kent didn't care who or what
he hurt, human or animal.

He was more than uncaring.

He was cruel.

The things he did, he made me ashamed of
the work we'd been doing.

If you felt what he was doing was wrong,
why didn't you report him to a medical

ethics board?

I complained to Kent first.

Didn't do any good?

He laughed at me.

So I prepared a report for the license
committee. They had the power to pull

Kent's license for animal research.

So what happened?

Six years ago, I had a two -month affair
with a member of the board at Boston

Central.

A very respected, very married member.

And Morrissey knew about the affair
and...

Threatened to tell his wife.

When he told me what he was going to do,
I couldn't believe it.

I asked him if he would really destroy
someone's marriage if I went to the

license committee.

Know what he said?

In a heartbeat.

So you left Boston Central and joined
the Animal Crusade.

I suppose targeting Kent Morrissey for
attack was your idea.

I don't think you can prove that.

Somebody had to provide the attackers
with blood.

He would have had access to hospital
blood banks.

And blood banks have records.

You know how petty this all seems now
that Kent's dead?

Not just dead.

Murdered. By somebody who knew enough
medicine to poison him in the OR.

Someone who hated him.

Like you.

You don't seriously think I would kill a
man because he abused research animals,

do you?

I think you better cancel your flight.

Jeff. Michael.

I'm glad you're still here.

You just love to see me in a hospital
gown. That, and I want you to meet

someone. I feel like I already know you.

I used to spend hours watching you in
the operating theater as a med student.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be a
physician.

Or a member of Two Legs Country Club.

Well, I'm always glad to bring a
talented doctor into our ranks. And on

course. Pleasure to meet you.

Hey, I'll buy you both a drink at the
club tomorrow.

Got a date.

What makes you think you're getting out
of here so soon?

Because I feel fine.

And if I have to eat one more bowl of
that green gelatin.

What do you do? Throw a tantrum?

Well, if he does, it wouldn't be the
first time.

You get to go home tomorrow.

When you get there, you're going to take
real good care of yourself.

Understood?

I got a plane to catch.

Clayton. Yeah.

It's good seeing you again.

Yeah.

Same here.

Remember, you behave yourself.

You too.

Clayton.

Thanks.

You did a great job.

I'm sorry, Jeff.

You know, I'm sorry I didn't back you
when the board forced your retirement.

who remembers?

Truth is, I wanted your job.

I didn't realize then that Morrissey had
the inside track.

Hey, I wish I'd handled it better
myself.

Listen, Jeff, I owe you. Oh.

Forget it.

It was time to go. I'm the only one that
didn't know it.

It's bad enough losing Kent.

I don't want to lose you, too.

Stay in touch.

Yes, sir.

Come on, one more bite.

I don't know how you can eat that stuff.

Neither do I.

Where is Dr.

Andrews going?

He's on his way to Boston.

Well, I thought he was leaving tomorrow.
Steve Sloan wants to talk to him.

If you are so determined to make me eat,
why don't you buy me some ice cream?

If I can get you some fat free.

I'll be right back.

Why does Steve want to see Clayton?

Is it about Ken being poisoned?

I'm not sure he just wants to talk to
him. But why is Clayton leaving today?

I hope he got good news.

What news?

Dr. Andrews, it's been a pleasure
watching you work.

If you ever get tired of those
northeastern winters, I hope you'll

warm welcome you have waiting for you
here at Community General.

Thank you, Mr. Briggs. Think of CG as
your home away from home, where you'll

find a warm climate, warm people, and
always a warm, friendly reception.

Dr. Andrews, I'm going to have to ask
you to stay in town a couple of days.

Beg your pardon?

If necessary, I can get a court order
holding you as a material witness in a

murder case.

Murder case? What murder case?

What are you talking about?

Ken Morrissey didn't die of natural
causes. He was poisoned by someone in

OR. Oh, my God. On our operating table?
Oh, my God.

Let me get something straight here.

Morrissey was murdered and you think I
had something to do with it? It could

You and Morrissey were rivals.

You're in his shadow.

His death gave you the opportunity to
prove yourself his equal in front of

fellow doctors.

Far more than his equal.

Morrissey won his position by mastering
politics, not surgery.

You hated him. I disliked him intensely.

But Jeff Everton's my friend and mentor.

You honestly think I'd risk his life by
murdering the surgeon who held a scalpel

on his heart? Just so I could perform
some high -profile piece of surgery in

front of a few residents and interns?

Doctor, why are you rushing back to
Boston?

The board of directors at Boston Central
called me.

They want me to take over Morrissey's
position as chief of surgical research.

I see. So with Morrissey out of the way,
you were next in line for the most

prestigious job at the most prestigious
hospital on the East Coast.

Sounds like a motive for murder.

You really want to talk with the person
in that room who had reason to want

Morrissey dead, you should talk with Les
Franklin.

The anesthesiologist.

Why Franklin?

Morrissey was sleeping with his wife.

If I killed every man who slept with my
wife, there'd be no one left to staff

half the hospitals in Boston. Steve told
me what's up. He's on the phone.

So, you knew your wife was having
affairs?

She never did anything to hide it.

Not even on her honeymoon.

Venice, a gondolier. His name was Luigi
or Paolo or something. I forget.

You gotta be kidding.

I'm not saying I wasn't angry the first
time it happened.

Or the second or the third.

I would have gotten ballistic after two.

Eventually, I realized Nancy had a
psychological disease.

She just couldn't help herself.

So when you found out that Kent
Morrissey and your wife were having an

It was old news.

Why would I kill him for something a
hundred or more men had done before him?

I've just got to ask you.

Why did you stay married?

That's what I've got to hear.

If Nancy had cancer...

Would you ask me that?

No.

My wife is ill, but she's still my wife.

And I love her.

That's why I stay.

So your loyalty has nothing to do with
the 50 million bucks in your wife's

fund. Did you say 50 million bucks?

The Boston PD knows all about Franklin's
wife.

She's a back bay legend. The richest
party girl north of Newport.

Nancy's family money doesn't enter into
this.

The money's locked up in a trust fund.
She can't touch the principal, but she

can spend the interest. And does.

Or rather, you do.

So that's why you put up with the
affairs.

She has a disease.

She can't help herself, right?

I don't need this.

No, we're not done here.

Did Morrissey upset the money card?

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

Was your wife falling for him? No.

Were you afraid she was going to leave
you and take her 50 million with her?

Let me show you something.

Lieutenant Sloan, you stand there.

Dr. Travis, next to him.

And Dr. Livingston, please sit here.

Comfortable? Not really.

Good. That's where I sit during surgery.

And this is what I see in here.

That monitor tracks the patient's heart
rate. heart rate and blood pressure over

here we have a machine that measures and
controls the iv drip over here we have

the respirator and on your right the
controls for the oxygen mix

what's your point anesthesia is murder
interrupted what he

means that when we put a patient under
anesthesia we almost literally bring

to the brink of death and we hold them
there Balanced on that brink for as long

as the surgery lasts.

Patients think the surgeon holds their
life in his hands. He doesn't.

I do.

What is your point?

All right.

Even during normal circumstances, these
monitors require constant focused

attention. But this case required even
more attention than usual.

Because this was a special kind of
surgery?

No. Because a couple of times I thought
Everton was experiencing tachycardia.

That's a very rapid heart rate. But you
never told Morrissey or Andrews. No,

because it wasn't tachycardia.

Everton was overreacting to the atropine
I used to control mucus secretions

during surgery. Once I reduced the
atropine, he was fine.

Do you know why I'm telling you this?

Yes, to prove that you couldn't have
possibly had anything to do with

Morrissey's murder.

So there's no way that he could have
gotten to him.

Well, we'll just have to keep looking
for a way.

Why don't you just take a look at Sally
Crawfield?

Why is that?

Andrews was assisting Morrissey. I was
keeping Everton alive.

Sally was the only one who had freedom
of movement.

And she certainly had reason to kill
him.

I really find it hard to believe that
Sally Crawfield would murder a man

of his mistreatment of some lab animals.
This isn't about lab animals.

Kent knew about an affair Sally had with
a board member.

He used it as blackmail. He made her
testify against Everton at a hospital

fitness hearing.

He did what?

Sally hated Morrissey for making her
betray her friend.

She swore she'd get even.

I think she even threatened to kill him.

So, Jeff lost his position at Boston
Central because Sally testified against

at a fitness hearing.

He never told me that. He probably
doesn't know who testified to what.

they keep those meetings confidential
anyway.

So Sally Crawfield had motive and
opportunity.

Plus, she lied to Steve.

She let me think all of her problems
with Morrissey were purely ethical.

When the truth is, she had personal
reasons to hate the man.

Call me cynical, but when a suspect lies
to a cop, I tend to think that's an

admission of guilt. Or at least a guilty
conscience.

What do you think, Mark?

You think Sally killed Morrissey, opened
a check case?

Certainly looks like it.

There's only one problem.

Yeah, we think we know who did it, we
just don't know how.

Oh, God, it's the second time I've done
that.

What? Nothing, just sting.

I know how the killer poisoned Kent
Morrissey.

How?

It's been right here at my fingertips
the whole time.

Oh, there they are.

All these slices on his fingertips, no
bigger than a paper cut. He must have a

half a dozen of these on each hand.

Pretty easy to miss during an autopsy.
Those cuts are so small, they're lost in

the skin fold.

Yeah, you really have to know what to
look for.

How did you know what to look for?

Well, one thing at a time. First of all,
where are the surgical scrubs that

Marcy wore when he died?

Right over here.

Was this all he had on him?

Yeah, I've tagged and labeled the stuff
myself.

What did you find?

Well, it's what I didn't find that's
important, his surgical gloves.

Well, they've got to be in here. I mean,
I put them in an evidence bag.

You don't think I threw them away by
accident, do you?

No.

No, I think the murderer came back here
and got those gloves out of this box,

destroyed them right after you finished
the autopsy. Now, what's so important

about these gloves?

Come here and take a look at my hand.

You have the same slices on your
fingertips as Morrissey had on his.

That's because I got them the same place
he did, from the brushes in the scrub

room at OR.

Yeah, those brushes were pretty rough,
huh? Oh, I didn't realize how rough

I got some salt in them at lunch. It
stung, you know, like a paper cut.

I got these cuts just before surgery
yesterday.

Well, that must be how Morrissey got the
poison in his bloodstream.

Mm -hmm, through those little cuts in
the tips of the fingers.

No, no, no, wait a minute. Even if
Morrissey's hands were cut... There'd be

way for the poison to reach his skin. He
was wearing... He was wearing surgical

gloves. And the gloves must have been
doctored. A few pinpricks, invisible to

casual glance, but enough for the poison
to seep through.

And that's why the killer risked coming
back here to retrieve those gloves and

destroy them. No gloves, no proof.

Now, let's say we're right. But let's
say that the toxin got into Morrissey's

bloodstream through the cuts in his
fingertips and the holes in the gloves.

still don't know how the poison got
anywhere near him during the operation.

Yes, we do. Yes, we do. The poison was
right in plain sight all along.

The trouble is, without evidence, how do
we prove it?

Do you see what he's talking about?

Yeah, sure.

I don't have a clue.

Oh, hi, Mark.

Well, no more green gelatin.

No more rock -hard mattresses. No more
out -of -focus TVs.

I'm a free man.

Thinking about Ken's death.

Yeah. I was up most of the night, Jeff,
going over that evidence.

I cannot figure out how that killer got
the phosphate into his system.

Maybe we were wrong.

Maybe it wasn't murder.

Oh, Jeff, there's no doubt the man was
poison.

Poison, yeah. But murder?

Remember, we only suspected murder
because of those animal rights people.

What do you mean? Well, they vandalized
his car. They threw blood at him. They

even called him a murderer. They did
everything but try to kill him.

Of course, that put us in a paranoid
mood.

So when he died and they found toxins in
his blood, naturally we suspected

murder. Well, what else could it be?

Environmental poison.

Hear me out.

Organic phosphates like malathion are
used to control insects.

Now, the government sprays malathion
over one half of Southern California to

eradicate fruit flies.

Until last week.

Kent never was in California.

If he had any sensitivity to phosphates,
it's possible. Just possibly.

Mark, are you okay?

Mark! Mark!

Mark! Mark!

He's having a heart attack. Somebody get
a crash cart.

Hey. You all right?

Where is he? In the ER.

Jeff is with him.

How is he, Jeff? Not good, Steve. The
attending cardiologist recommends

immediate surgery or we could lose him.

Dr. Everton? Of course, we'll do it.

Of course, thanks, Jeff. Right out loud,
Jeff. You just got out of major surgery

yourself. You'll operate, I'll observe.

Sally and Dr.

Travis can assist Lou. He'll take care
of the anesthesia.

He's my friend.

I have to be there. All right, enough
said.

We'll do it your way.

The video endoscopy's not going to apply
here. We'll have to crack it.

Where is the iodine?

Well, there should be some in there
unless we've run out.

There, right there. Right behind that.

Thanks.

BP 90 over 40.

Heart rate 50. It's dropping. You'd
better hurry.

Wrap him.

Now. Don't.

Don't kill him.

What are you talking about?

He's talking about murder.

That's how you kill Kent Morrissey,
Jeff.

You poison a bottle of iodine and use
your own body as a weapon.

Kent was like a son to you, wasn't he?
He betrayed you.

Please just tell me what the hell is
going on here.

Tell him, Jeff.

Try for the truth.

Okay.

Sally tried to tell me about the fitness
hearing, but I wouldn't listen. I just

couldn't believe it.

But when I saw Ken manipulate behind
your back at the job that you should

then I knew.

When did you decide to kill him?

When I learned I needed surgery.

I knew he was sensitive to organic
phosphates. The trick was to make it

like death from natural causes.

When Amanda found you down here the
morning before the surgery, you were

replacing the brushes in Morrissey's
surgical gloves.

And to make sure that bottle of iodine
was the only one on that shelf, the one

that you poisoned.

This is crazy.

If the iodine was poisoned, why wasn't
Jeff poisoned too?

Oh, he was.

But he had the antidote in his IV,
atropine.

That's why you reacted so badly to the
atropine Dr. Franklin was giving you

during the surgery. You were overdosed.
It was not the giveaway.

See, it dawned on me that you were
exposed to the same toxins that killed

but you survived.

That's why I knew you had to have the
antidote somewhere in your bloodstream.

That meant you were the killer, Jeff.

But we still needed proof.

So you put on this little show.

With the help of Dr. Franklin.

You were right.

I couldn't kill you, Mark.

But you did kill Ken Jeff.

You proved it when you walked in here
and you were the only one who knew that

bottle was poison.

We better go.

Give me one more second, please.

What I don't understand, after an
operation, it's standard practice that

supplies that are open should be
destroyed.

That bottle of iodine should have been
thrown in the trash.

It was.

That wasn't the bottle you used, Jeff.

When I got a second look at that video,
I noticed the bottle Sally was using had

an unusual red dot on it.

A dot you put there so you wouldn't
confuse the bottles.

All Mark did was put a red dot on an
ordinary bottle of iodine.

You're conscious of the rest, yeah?

I'm sorry I made you a part of it.

Why did you?

It was important that you run my
hospital, not Kent.

It's my legacy.

But the end would justify the means.

I was wrong.

We better go.

Well, he did all that because he lost
his job. Well, not just his job, his

family. You know, when a man loses his
family, he loses about everything that's

worth living for.

It was a brilliant Yeah, Doctor.

I feel so sad for what it became.

Then I guess you must feel pretty lucky
to have your family.

And us, huh?

Hey, luck doesn't even describe it, my
friends.