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We bring down the biggest crime boss in
L .A., and what's our award?

The best steak dinner in town.

That's what he promised.

Well, at 5 a .m., this is the best steak
dinner in town.

Your task force worked six months to get
the evidence that put Gans in jail. We

could have waited six hours for a decent
restaurant to open.

Six hours? Why not take a week to
celebrate?

Works for me.

Aren't you eating?

No, I'm not.

Does he ever eat?

I heard rumor he had an M &M once.

That's the problem with being at the
top.

People are always spreading ridiculous
stories about you. Well, with that

comment, I'm heading back to the
station. You two stay here and enjoy

Well, well, you are best.

You guys go home and get some rest. You
deserve it. You're right.

I'll see you back at the station at 9 o
'clock.

Gonza's hearing isn't until tomorrow.
There's nothing for us to do until Steve

testifies. So you think Gonza's the only
criminal in Los Angeles?

He's the reason that you created the
special squad.

Yeah, who told you not?

I need some help cleaning up our table,
too.

I mean, yeah, let's go.

to take surface streets, perhaps Lincoln
Boulevard. There's a non -injury

accident that's got the number one lane
blocked on the 10 westbound at Eastern

Avenue. Traffic is back to 14 miles.

Things are flowing nicely along 101 in
both directions all the way through

downtown.

There's a jackknife... Black Sloan.

Dr. Sloan.

This is Chief Masters.

I'm calling you to let you know your son
Steve's been shot.

He's taking two in the chest and one in
the stomach.

You should be at the hospital in about
five minutes.

What have you got?

Oh, my God, Steve!

Get him up on number two.

On my count.

One, two, three.

Pulse is 150 and threading.

BP 50, pal.

Creep breath down.

Hypo -resin on the right side. I want
six units O negative in the chest. Now!

Yes, sir.

300 joules. 300.

Clear? Clear.

Keep back.

BP's dropping fast.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay, look, this is what I want you to
do. I want you to give me a background

check on every patron and employee in
that restaurant dating back to the time

they had an umbilical cord cut.

I want every license plate on every
parked car within a square mile of that

place logged and checked. You understand
me? I want you to give me a police

officer and have a trash can, toilet,
and sewer looking for anything. I need

anything that may have been dished on
this thing, okay?

I want it in two hours.

Is he alive?

Doctor, look, yes.

They're working on him right now. Look.

I just want you to know I'm going to get
the guy who did this.

Clark. How is he?

He's not good. He's on his way to OR.

I'll scrub up and see you in OR.

Clark, you can't go in there.

I'm the chief of internal medicine.
You're his father.

Amanda, get out of my way. Clark.

Listen to me. You are in no condition to
go in there.

You're far too upset. You'll only be a
distraction to those surgeons, and you

want them to be concentrating on Steve,
not you. Now listen to me.

If that were C .J., what would you tell
me?

I'm sorry, Amanda.

It's just I've got to do something.

I know.

I understand, but you have to listen.

He is in good hands. He's with Jesse,
and all we can do is work.

The busboy at the restaurant called in
sick.

He sent his roommate down, and that was
our shooter.

Well, where's the busboy now?

He was coming to you in a body bag.

They found him in his apartment up the
throat, sir.

So there never was a roommate, was
there?

That's right.

Did you get a description of the
shooter?

Well, it seems that nobody pays
attention to a busboy.

Didn't you see anything?

Any idea who could have done this?

We're working on it, Mark.

He's in the ICU.

He's on life support, but there was
massive internal bleeding.

I'm not sure if we've saved his life or
just prolonged it for a few hours.

Want to see him, Jesse?

Yeah.

When you were six years old, your mom
made a Superman suit for you for

Christmas.

You wore it under your clothes for a
week.

You thought it made you indestructible.

I haven't thought about that since the
police academy.

When they pinned that badge on you.

This has been my nightmare ever since.

If I know who did this to you, I'll make
it their nightmare.

Chief Masters, can you tell me who
controls the majority of the drug trade

the San Fernando Valley?

Gordon Gonza.

He's also involved in pornography,
prostitution, drugs, and money

You know this for a fact, Chief Masters.

Yes, I do. We had a detective working
undercover in his organization for two

months. He witnessed everything.

Will the officer be present in court to
testify?

As Your Honor has undoubtedly heard,
Detective Sloan was seriously injured in

shootout, but the state is hopeful that
he will... That you can drag out the

process long enough.

So your witness will recover before this
case goes to trial?

Isn't that true?

Yes, it is, Your Honor.

Your Honor, Gordon Gonza is guilty.

The state cannot send him to jail based
on your opinion, no matter how strongly

felt.

This case is dismissed due to lack of
evidence.

All rise.

We'll stop you, Gonzo.

You can't kill us all.

Apparently, I don't have to.

I highly recommend you enjoy every day
you live free, Mr. Gonzo.

Well, I always do.

Mark, what are you doing?

Oh, the hospital's giving free blue
shots to the staff. I'm helping out to

Blake's. You haven't been home yet, have
you?

I can't.

When's the last time you got some sleep?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Emery, can you take care of this,
please?

Yes, Dr. Campbell.

I told you I'm fine. Mark, you're
exhausted. You need to go home. You need

get some sleep. I want to wait until
Steve wakes up.

Mark. Is he out of the anesthesia yet?

Excuse me, doctor.

No.

Vital signs?

Weak, but stable.

You didn't come down here just to tell
me that I need sleep.

Mark, there is something else.

What, Jesse?

Completely unresponsive.

We'll keep a close watch on him.

You know, maybe it could be the
anesthetic.

That's what we're hoping for.

But, you know, maybe we should be
prepared for the worst because the

stays unresponsive. Look, Mark, I just
wish I could lie to you and tell you

everything was going to be okay.

I wish you could, too, Jess.

It's the first time I hate being a
doctor.

There will be two police officers on
this door at all times. You're not to

until your watch is over. Is that
understood?

Also, these two doctors here will be
allowed access at all times.

Air on the side of caution.

Okay, you have your orders.

What's going on?

Security.

Does that mean you know who shot him?

Dr. Sloan, what do you know about
Steve's recent assignment?

He was doing some undercover work.
That's right. He was infiltrating Gordon

Ganz's crime family for me.

That's Steve's testimony against the
walk, right?

So if Steve dies, there's no case at
all, is there?

We'll make a case.

No.

No. If you had a case, there wouldn't be
all that security down there on my son,

would there?

It's just precautionary, Doctor.

You can't touch him, can you?

He gunned down my son, and he's laughing
at you.

Let's see if you'll laugh at me.

Let me handle this, Doctor.

Please.

Dr. Sloan, hey, this is a surprise.

You know me.

Well, it appears I've spent a lot of
time with your son the past few months.

You know, I can see the family
resemblance.

Say, do you read much, Dr. Sloan?

I didn't come here to discuss
literature.

Ah, what a shame.

Nobody wants to talk about books
anymore.

You know, I've been in a Larry McMitry
binge myself lately.

I like his Western novels a lot better
than his contemporary ones.

Emma dies of cancer and Aurora raises
her children.

Ah, now you ruined it for me. You gave
away the ending.

I'll give away another one.

You're going to lose everything.

Your wealth, your power, your freedom.

And it won't be Masters or my son who
takes it away from you.

It'll be me.

I'll tell you the truth, Dr. Sloan.

I always read the ending first.

You see, I don't like to be surprised.

And we'll both have something to look
forward to, won't we?

Oh, excuse me.

How's Steve?

No change.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

Mark, you haven't slept in two days.

I'll have a cup of coffee. I'll be all
right. No, you won't. I saw you bumping

into people.

Putting open pens in your pocket?

You need rest.

Well, I need a clean shirt anyway.

I'll rest after Steve wakes up and
starts breathing on his own.

Mark Sloan. This is Spring Dana we met
earlier today.

Don't be embarrassed. I was easy to
miss. I was the decoration.

Oh, yes, the young lady sunbathing. I
have to see you.

Why?

To save my life and maybe Steve's. Meet
me at Balboa Studios in the Valley, 11 p

.m.

My reception is just fine.

How's yours?

Is the signal coming in clear?

Or would you like to fine -tune it?

Cut.

Let's move in close as she undoes his
belt buckle.

Hey, Frank, let me see the script for a
moment. Thank you for coming.

My pleasure. You said you know something
about my son?

Dad, what a surprise.

We can't talk here. I'm glad to hear you
say that.

Steve

promised

me he'd protect me if I gave him
information about Gordon, so I did.

Now he's dying and I'm next.

I won't let anything happen to you.
You're going to protect me?

What are you going to do, Doctor?
Threaten to give Ganza a throat culture?

Look, I'll take you to Chief Masters.
He'll keep you safe.

Um, wasn't he standing there when Steve
was gunned down? I mean, hell of a lot

of good it did Steve.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Look,

Steve was really sweet to me, but I
can't think about him now. I have to

of myself.

Now, Ganza knows someone inside talked,
and he's not going to stop looking until

he finds out who it was.

He'll find me.

And before I die, he'll make sure I hurt
real, real bad.

Look, that's why you have to testify.
Just from what you told Steve, they can

send guns away. I gave Steve numbers,
bank accounts, things like that.

I can't remember what they are, and I'll
never have another chance to get at

them.

Masters won't protect me unless I can
give them something in return, will

I don't want you putting yourself at
risk.

You can already measure my life
expectancy in minutes.

If I could find proof that Ganza ordered
the hit, then that would help us both,

wouldn't it?

Look, Spring, come with me now. I'll
give you some money. You can run away.

go where?

Ganza will find me. He always does.

It's nice you care, though.

I wish my dad was like you.

I might have stayed in Twin Falls.

Except I never could stand the cold.

Mark Sloan.

Is he awake?

Is he communicating?

Mark, he's in a coma.

I'm sure you're going to want to look at
this, but the prognosis isn't very

good.

I don't accept that.

Mark, Steve's not breathing on his own.
The machines are doing it for him.

That's why we have them, Amanda, to keep
people alive.

It's what we do here.

But there's a difference between being
alive and living.

I won't give up on him.

Well, neither will we.

But what we want is not the issue. It's
what he wants.

Does he have a living will?

I have his living will.

Jesse, I want you to take every measure
necessary, no matter how extreme, to

keep him alive.

I'm not going to let him die.

Got it.

Mom.

An orderly found this on the floor.

Left it with me.

Oh, I didn't even know it was missing.

Doesn't surprise me.

He didn't find my glasses, did he? Mark,
it won't do Steve a bit of good if you

make yourself sick.

You've got to stay clear for him and for
the choices you have to make.

I've got to go.

Please rest.

In Return to TVX, share a moment with
the world.

Gordon Gonza? Yeah.

Cause of death?

I won't be able to determine the cause
of death until I perform an autopsy.

Take a guess.

Looked at himself in the mirror?

There's no brains on the walls, no blood
on the floor, no bruises around his

neck, if that's what you mean. So you're
saying he died of natural causes?

I'm saying I won't know until I perform
an autopsy.

We showed

up and he was dead.

Cause and effect.

Funny how that always happens with you,
Eddie.

He invited us over to watch the fights
on pay -per -view. We found him on the

floor. Ice tea, chips everywhere.

Oh, how sad.

Hey!

My man's uncle just died. Why don't you
show him a little respect?

Oh, I can see he's in pain.

What's he grieving for most, his uncle
or the nachos?

You know, if you weren't wearing that
badge, I would slap that smug little

right off of your face.

Give it your best shot. I'll sign your
cast afterward.

Sergeant, pick up your badge.

You know, Chief, she's lousy on her
feet.

I wish you on her back.

You too, Ross.

Out of here. All right, I'm out of here.

Good luck, buddy.

Well, now that Mr. Gans is dead, looks
like you'll be moving in.

I think he left me the house, if that's
what you're talking about.

I don't like the neighborhood much.

I'll probably sell it.

Well, that's a good idea, Eddie.

Invest in a new home.

Perhaps Portugal.

I don't think so, Chief.

I like it here.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

This is my city.

I incinerate all the garbage.

You're not going to tell us he dieted
too much cholesterol on his diet.

Oh, it was his diet that killed him, but
it wasn't the cholesterol.

It was the cholinesterase inhibitor in
his nachos.

Great. I'll put out an APB on Laura's
cutters right away.

It's not a standard ingredient. As a
matter of fact, by itself, it's not even

lethal.

Meaning? Gonzo was poisoned.

Well, then there must be another corpse
in his house.

Gonzo was paranoid.

Someone always tasted his food before he
did.

I was getting to that.

You see, the nachos by themselves were
perfectly harmless.

But when Gonza ate them, the
cholinesterase inhibitor reacted to

that was already in his system,
pilocarpine hydrochloride.

And when the two drugs came together,
they caused respiratory arrest.

Isn't that a binary poison?

That's right.

Someone could have given him the
pilocarpine any time yesterday.

And been long gone by the time he ate
the spiked nachos last night.

Bill, only someone close to him could
have pulled it off.

Someone with medical knowledge.

I can only think of two or three cases
where I had to deal with binary poison.

You and Dr. Sloan.

A binary poison isn't something you just
buy off the shelf.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

What was that all about?

What? A comment about Dr. Sloan.

Oh, nothing, sir. I just wanted
clarification.

It sounded like you were building a case
against Dr. Sloan.

I'm sorry, sir. I should have told you.

The surveillance team saw Dr.

Sloan had gone to the beach club
yesterday.

Why wasn't I informed about this?

I buried it, sir.

You buried it.

Let me tell you something, Sergeant.

I'm the one that sets policy around
here, not you.

I won't ever do that again, understand
me?

Don't ever do that again.

Mark. Have you been here all night?

Oh, I was to fall asleep.

Oh, it's about time, but why don't you
go home and freshen up?

No, I can't leave him. My shift just
ended. I'll be right here until you get

back.

Oh, you know, a shower and some fresh
clothes wouldn't hurt anything.

Thanks, Amanda.

I won't be long.

Well, take all the time you need. But,
Mark, while you're gone, I want you to

think about this.

Gordon Gonza is dead.

What? Someone took him out with a binary
poison, cholinesterase inhibitor with

pylocarpine hydrochloride. When did that
happen? Last night.

Well, I don't condone murder, but this
time, I'm not

sorry. You're not the only one.

You know, that's an elaborate way to
assassinate a man.

It worked.

Back from lunch so soon?

I sent out.

You want the Petrami or the prom?

Thank you. No problem, sir.

You can eat in front of me, sir. I
promise you it won't diminish my respect

you.

Oh, a pickle.

I didn't know you liked pickles.

Tony Velarde's house was just blown up
with 50 pounds of dynamite.

Fortunately for him, he was in the pool
at the time.

What does that suggest to you, sir?

That Gonza's murder was a power play.

And now that the throne is empty, the
underbosses are fighting over who gets

take him.

But that's not what's happening here.

Really? What is happening here?

Tony Velarde, Mitch Stein, Eddie Tampa,
and Ross Kanan all visited Gonzo at his

beach club.

But I'll bet none of them had access to
a colon F3's inhibitor or even knows

what the hell it is.

Oh, yeah, I forgot. This is your Dr.

Mark Sloan's suspect theory.

I think he should be.

I was saving this, sir. I didn't want to
ruin your lunch.

We found these at Gonza's house.

That's Spring Dano.

Gordon Gonza's mistress.

My comb.

Mark Sloan.

I'm so scared.

Spring?

I overheard Eddie Tampa and Ross Kanan
talking at Ganza's house.

They said some things about Ganza, about
the hit on Steve.

I'm afraid they saw me.

If they think I heard anything, they
will kill me.

All right, just tell me where you are.
We'll go to the police together, Spring.

Spring?

Mark Sloan.

I was never in Springs apartment before.

Doctor, what were your things doing in
that apartment?

To make it look like I spent time there,
Chief.

The whole thing was a set -up. The
landlady is lying.

The fingerprints were all over the
screwdriver.

Well, I'm sure they were.

They loosened the knobs on my kitchen
cabinet so I would use that screwdriver

and get my prints all over it, and then
they killed her with it.

You were at Gordon Gonza's beach club
yesterday.

You know I was.

Gonza was killed with a binary poison.

A cholinesterase inhibitor and
pilocarpine.

Both drugs are what you signed for.

We found the empty vial of inhibitor in
her trash.

You gave Gonzo part of the poison when
you visited him at the club.

My guess is in the iced tea.

She put the other part in the nachos.
Isn't that the truth, Doctor?

No, Mark.

Can't you give me any explanation for
all this?

Nothing believed here.

And nothing.

Dr. Sloan, you are under arrest for the
murders of Gordon Gonza and Spring Dano.

You have the right to remain silent.

Chief, Tony Velarde and Frankie Caprice
were killed.

Velarde was run over as he left the
hospital.

Caprice was gunned down outside a
restaurant in Santa Monica.

Now we've got a mob war.

That certainly took you long enough.

Welcome back, Steve.

Dr. Bentley, thank you for testifying. I
understand you are a good friend of the

defendant. I am, and I can tell you he's
not a murderer.

Please limit your answers to a simple
yes or no.

Yes, Your Honor.

You were also an assistant medical
examiner for the county of Los Angeles,

as such, you performed the autopsy on
Gordon Gonza.

I did.

And what did you find?

I found that Gordon Gonza had been dosed
somehow with pylocarpine hydrochloride.

He ate a dish of nachos that had been
laced with a cholinesterase inhibitor.

The two drugs together simply paralyzed
his respiratory muscles.

A binary poison, in other words.

Would you say it takes a great deal of
medical knowledge to know how those two

drugs would work together?

You'd only need a physician's desk
reference and a free afternoon to figure

out. But to get the drugs, wouldn't that
be hard?

No, you'd only need a prescription.

A doctor's prescription, correct?

Yes.

You've seen a murder by binary poison
before, haven't you?

Counselor, I've performed thousands of
autopsies over the years. It would be

virtually impossible for me to remember
every one of them.

Then it's a good thing you keep such
excellent records.

This is your file on the death of Paula
Traynor, dated June 9th, 1991.

Would you tell me what it lists here as
the cause of death? Your Honor, I don't

see how a seven -year -old murder can
have any bearing on this case.

I don't either, but I'm willing to find
out.

Overruled.

Cause of death was insulin overdose
leading to critically low blood sugar

ultimately death.

Didn't the victim's husband, Malcolm
Traynor, introduce glyburide into his

wife's breakfast?

Yes. And then when she took her regular
dose of insulin later that day, she went

into hypoglycemic shock. Isn't that
true?

Yes. A very clever murder.

And very clever of you to figure it out.

It was you who figured it out, wasn't
it?

No.

Oh, that's right. Your initial finding
was accidental insulin overdose.

Who was it who came up with the idea
that it was a binary poison?

Dr. Mark Sloan.

Chief Masters, do you know who gunned
down your detective Steve Sloan?

I have my suspicions.

Was it a hitman hired by Gordon Gonza?

Yes, I believe so.

Did you share these suspicions with Dr.
Sloan?

Yes, I did.

How did he react?

Like a father would.

He was angry, even vengeful, wouldn't
you say?

Objection. The witness did not say that,
and the prosecutor was not there.

Sustained. Ms. Ellison, we're interested
in the witness's answers, not yours.

When you shared the information that you
had no evidence pointing at Gonza, did

his anger lessen?

I don't know. Would yours?

Per the court's request, I'll take that
as a rhetorical question.

After your conversation, where did Dr.
Sloan go?

Well, according to our surveillance, Dr.
Sloan went to Gordon Gons' beach club.

Why would he do that?

I don't know. You'd have to ask him.

I think he's already told us.

Objection, your... You say Dr.

Sloan was a frequent visitor to Spring
Dano's apartment.

He was there all the time.

Was he there the day Spring was
murdered?

I saw him coming at nine.

A few minutes later, I heard a horrible
fight, and I called the police.

But Dr. Sloan says he's never seen you
before. One of you must be lying.

I guess.

Surely, Miss Martinez, you can't expect
the court to take your word over that of

a respected doctor like Mark Sloan.

If Dr.

Sloan never came to Springs Place, how
come he paid her rent?

At this point, we'd like to introduce
People's Exhibit A, a check for $5 ,000

made out to Carmen Martinez, signed by
Dr. Mark Sloan for six months' rent in

advance.

You found a great deal of Dr. Sloan's
belongings in Spring Dano's apartment,

didn't you?

His glasses, a bathrobe, a few other
personal items. What else did you find

the apartment?

An empty bottle of cholinesterase
inhibitor.

which was one half of the binary poison
that killed Gordon Gonza. Did the bottle

have a prescription label?

No, it was a sample, the kind drug
companies send to doctors.

As far as you know, did Spring Dano have
a medical degree?

She never graduated high school.

You didn't happen to notice the
physician's desk reference lying around

apartment, did you?

Objection. The state calls Dr.

Mark Sloan. Your Honor, my client
refuses to testify on the grounds that

No. No, I don't.

Mark, we've talked about this. You can't
help yourself. I had to try.

You entered a plea of not guilty to both
murders, Dr. Sloan.

Yes, I did.

Because I didn't kill anybody.

Then how do you account for this
mountain of evidence that the state has

you?

In the days before the murder, some
items of mine were missing.

My...

glasses, my comb, my checkbook.

I think that someone stole those items
and planted them to make me look guilty.

You're saying you were framed?

Brilliantly.

I'll say. This killer not only stole
your possession, he managed to fake this

photo of you with Spring Dana.

Your Honor, you have a duplicate set, as
does the jury.

But no, this is real.

You mean you do know Spring Dana? I met
her that once.

Where exactly was that meeting?

It was in the studio where she worked.

Shooting porno movies, and then you took
her to bed.

No, no, this is a set.

We were just talking.

She had promised to help me prove that
Gordon Gonza was the one who tried to

have my son killed.

The first time you met, she agreed to
help you convict a man she'd not only

working for, but sleeping with?

Yes. You must be very persuasive, Dr.
Sloan.

Well, she said she was very afraid that
Gonzo would find out that he was the one

helping my son.

And she was so relieved to have you as
an ally, that's why she hugged you like

this? Exactly.

Then when exactly did she hug you like
this?

Oh, no, see, that's the same set. But
that is not me.

So this photo is fake, but the other one
is real? Yes.

So these photos are fake, your personal
belongings were planted, and Carmen

Martinez perjured herself?

Yes. Then someone must have forged your
signature on that check after it was

stolen from your checkbook.

Yes. All this so the mysterious
mastermind could kill Gordon Gonza and

Dano and frame you for the crimes. Yes.
And you ask us to believe this without a

bit of evidence?

I know it sounds strange, but go to the
studio. You'll see the set.

We have.

It's empty.

The landlord says it's been vacant for
two years.

The landlord's lying.

Everyone is except you. Is that right?

Dr. Sloan, one more time.

Did you plunge a screwdriver into the
heart of a 22 -year -old girl named

Dano? No, I did not.

Then can you explain why we found your
shirt drenched with her blood in the

alley outside her window?

State ref.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

Dr. Sloan couldn't get to Gonza by
himself.

He needed spring Dano to slip the
cholinesterase inhibitor into Gonza's

ensuring that he would die a horrible
death.

What happened next, we don't know.

A lover's quarrel?

Demand for money.

Something drove Dr.

Sloan into a rage, and he brutally
murdered this young girl.

He threw his bloody shirt out the
window, changed it into fresh clothes,

on his way out to dispose of the
evidence when the police arrived.

If killing Gonza was Dr.

Sloan's only crime, we might be able to
understand it, possibly even forgive it

as the act of a grief -stricken parent.

But to seduce...

Betray and destroy a young woman who
wanted nothing more than to help him?

For that, there can be no forgiveness.

Madam foreperson, has the jury reached a
verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please rise?

Madam foreperson?

In the matter of the people versus Mark
Sloan, the members of the jury find the

defendant guilty of both counts of
murder in first degree with special

circumstances.

Dr. Sloan, I've admired you for many
years.

As a doctor, you've saved countless
lives, and as a detective, you've aided

cause of justice.

And now you have perverted everything
that your life stood for.

You've used your knowledge of medicine
and criminology to commit the kinds of

crimes that you spent your life fighting
against.

And for you, there can be no plea of
ignorance.

You knew exactly what you were doing,
and you knew the consequences, and you

chose to do it anyway.

Dr. Mark Sloan for the murders of Gordon
Gonza and Spring Dano.

I hereby sentence you to death by lethal
injection.

hell my old friend I've been waiting for
you