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You know, Army, it was the single most
fulfilling thing I've ever done.

You know, it's amazing.

Somebody as busy as you, a star, could
find time to do something like this.

Well, when it comes to helping, you
know, I always try to make time.

Say, did anybody get any photos? I'd
love to have this in tomorrow's column.

It's a great idea.

Listen, talk to my publicity people.
They've got glossies they'll never use.

Great. Okay? Thanks, Darren. Thanks,
Army. Thank you. Good luck to you. Bye.

right, bye -bye.

Wish he'd leave me alone.

What a jerk.

Places, everyone.

What would you like me to do with this?

Give it to Joyce.

Hey, welcome back there. See you again.
How was your vacation? How are you?

Here he is.

Hi, how are you? Good to see you. Good
to see you. You look terrific.

Thank you. I feel great. You know, we've
got to negotiate more vacation time

next time around, don't you think?
Right.

How are Jack and the kids?

They're good. They're good. Maddie got a
cold, of course, the first day out.

Really? She's still struggling with
that, but everybody's fine. Sounds like

little Maddie needs some of my special
cookies. She loves those. That would be

so sweet. You know, I think she gets
sick just so you'll bake some for her.

Really? How was your vacation?

Yeah, good. Well, you know me. I like to
putter around the house. You do? I'm

the best at puttering. Nobody putters
like you.

Take a hike, everybody.

Thank you. Ten seconds there. Have a
good show. You got it, Tom. Have you

already sweeped there? Come on. Those
Milton families are watching. Let's get

it.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Here they are, Darren and Mary live.

Thanks so much. It feels great to be
back, everybody. Did you miss us?

Thank you. Well, we were gone, but for
them, we were still here.

Oh, my gosh. You know, suddenly, I need
another vacation.

They were watching our reruns, right?

And I was watching us on reruns,
unfortunately.

What was I doing with my hair? What was
I thinking?

It's a question I ask myself every day.

But while you were home admiring your
old hairdos, I was out building homes

low -income families.

The man is a saint.

You're a saint. Yes, I know.

Ladies, you're going to love this. I
actually survived the fabulous Tone -Up

out in Tucson.

Excuse me, I'm not finished.

And it happened to be one of the most
deeply rewarding...

satisfying experiences of my life. And
your Nobel Prize is in the mail, okay?

Can I get on with it? Let me tell you
about the training. It was seven hours

hell. I had to climb. I had to run. I
had to leap tall buildings in a single

bound. I'm telling you, Darren, the Navy
SEALs do not train this hard. It's

unbelievable. You see, that is the
difference between us.

What? She indulges herself.

I choose to give back.

And so do I.

Two inches off the weight.

is getting an ovation.

And you expect us to believe that you
actually built this house? Please.

Don't you mean you visited this house?
You took a picture, a photo opportunity?

And you expect us to believe that you
actually sweated off those pounds? Yes.

Don't you mean you had them surgically
removed? Excuse me? Come on, her face is

so tight, you could play a drum solo on
it.

Darren, come on. Darren, it's a joke.

Darren. Darren.

Well, the good news is you only have a
mild concussion. Well, thank God. The

news is your blood pressure is 160 over
100, my friend.

Did I do that? Darren, I'm sorry.

It's not your fault I've dodged better
punches than that.

I should have zigged what I zagged. Have
you two ever thought about taking a

break? We just got back from a two -week
vacation.

The atmosphere on the show is not
conducive to low blood pressure.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, there seems to be a little
tension between you two on the show.

He's my closest and dearest friend.

I don't think our relationship's ever
been stronger. Do you, Derek? Mm -hmm.

just belted him on national television.

I know, but that wasn't personal.

That was business.

I'm lost.

It's February sweeps. It's the most
important rating period in our

business. Right. Ad rates for the whole
year are set by the numbers we get right

now. You two planned that fight?

Of course we did.

The center of all great drama is
conflict. Haven't you read Aristotle's

But you do a talk show.

Yeah, but these days it's got to be
shocking, provocative, unpredictable.

These days nobody cares what Jay Leno
says.

They want to see hermaphrodite
cheerleaders.

Hermaphrodite. And the men who date
them.

Especially. But I thought the show was a
hit.

It is. For now, yes, but there are eight
new talk shows on television this

season. They've given every out -of
-work has -been sitcom star in L .A. a

a desk, and a studio audience.

And these days, if you're going to
survive in this business, you've got to

out somehow.

And you think meeting each other up's
the way to do that?

Either that or see some hermaphrodite
cheerleaders.

Hermaphrodites. See, you're feeling
better already. Listen, I'm going back

the studio. I'll see you tomorrow. Thank
you. Bye.

I hope you're not thinking of going back
to work tomorrow.

It's either that or do it from the
hospital room.

Hey, that's got possibilities.

I could show off my cuts, my bruises.
Darren, you don't have any cuts and

bruises. What you have is seriously high
blood pressure.

Oh, okay. We'll do that another time.

Yeah, when you're in intensive care
recovering from a heart attack and a

And that sounds pretty good, too. It's
got drama. It's got pathos.

Put it in for the May sweeps.

I'll see.

Gives me high blood pressure.

I parked that back. Good.

What kind of reaction do we get? Enough
that would make me wish I was still

skiing in Aspen. We got calls from all
the trades, Entertainment Tonight sent a

crew to the set, and there's probably 12
tabloid journals staking out my car.

Well, then we better make sure they get
some good shots.

And we'll be needing this, too, thank
you very much.

And how about some bandages?

Big ones.

For what?

For the ugly cuts and bruises on my
face.

Yeah, I don't see any.

That's why we need the bandages. What
they don't see, they'll imagine.

Yeah, just asking you for a small favor.
Who's it gonna hurt? Do you know who

this is?

Hey!

You're the guy!

My mom watches you every day. That's it.
And how would your mom feel if you were

in the audience tomorrow and get you a
seat in the front row?

That'd be awesome. I'm gonna fix you
right up.

Good. Just pretend I've got a big ugly
cut on my cheek.

Yeah, you leave it to me, Mr. Povich.

Oh, yeah.

That's so good right there.

There are reporters all over the studio.

I think I even saw Barbara Walters.

You know, if I thought we'd get this
kind of attention, I would have decked

Darren years ago. Oh, come on.

You don't need to punch anybody to get
noticed.

Every time you walk down the street, a
hundred guys get whiplash trying to

a look.

I love the kissing up. You're perfect
for this business.

But next time, don't be so wordy.

God, you're gorgeous is enough.

Ow! Ow!

It's all right.

Go get me a cappuccino, okay? At that
place down the street. And make sure

hot. Go.

You're on the air in ten minutes.

Then shouldn't you be running?

All right, if we want to get your shots,
folks, your cameras stay behind ours.

Our show comes first, not yours.

Hey, who let those bottom feeders in
here anyway? I did. As long as they're

the lot, why don't you ask another Nazi
to whack you over the head with a chair?

Hey, hey, my show's past that now.

Yeah, well, then have them smash you
over the head with a couch.

Give me a grip near craft service and
paint some of this stuff out.

399, who ate the last jelly donut?

Was that Julia Roberts I saw in the
hall? Mm -hmm.

She's doing my show today.

Really? Uh -huh. It's a daytime
exclusive. Well, you know we've been

friends ever since I did a movie.

And you were wonderful in that, Lucy.

Thank you. Stunning, really.

Oh. A lesser actress would have gone
completely unnoticed. It was such a

role.

Well, we always vacation together in
Aspen, and I ran into her on the slopes,

and I said, Jules, you simply must do my
show. And she said, Yeah?

Lucy. I have waited so long for you to
ask me that. She didn't. She did.

She's adorable. I know.

Well, she'll be herself with you.
Really, there'll be tears. There'll be

laughter. There will be genuine, raw
emotion.

I just feel so blessed to have such
friendships.

Yeah, it would have been a memorable
event.

If only I hadn't decked Darren
yesterday.

Now everybody's going to be tuning in to
our show to see if I'm going to hit him

again.

Oh, well.

They're going to miss a memorable chat.

They can always catch it and rerun.

I'll see you later.

Hey.

Did you tell that Julia Roberts to stop
hounding me to sleep with her?

She's worse than Ellen DeGeneres. Hello,
Ellen is gay.

Only until I finally give in.

God, Larry, you are totally tasteless.
Yeah.

How do you think I got a tenth of a
rating point ahead of you?

Today's topic, women who sleep with
their boyfriend's boyfriend.

Well, darling, you'll be the talk of
trailer parks everywhere.

Yep.

Gotta go.

You got a show to take.

Okay, everybody.

Got 20 seconds.

Where's Darren?

I don't know, but in 15 seconds, we're
going on with or without him.

So saddle up. All right.

Where's Maury?

Ladies and gentlemen. Is he still
married to Connie Selleck? Darren is

live.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you so much. I don't know if you
saw the show or

heard about it, but yesterday I slugged
Darren Tate.

It was

Not my proudest moment, as you can
imagine.

Yes, he provoked me.

Yes, he was rude to me.

And yes, he offended me. But you know
what?

What he did was wrong.

Because violence is never the answer,
and I'm really, really sorry.

Thank you.

We have to talk these things over,
right?

If Darren and I have done anything well
over the years, boy, can we talk.

Can we talk?

No, I'm very proud of that. Through all
the arguments and through all the years,

the one thing we have never, ever, ever
done, and that is hold a grudge against

each other, right?

I think that's important.

So let's break. Darren is right now.
Darren, come on over here. You deserve

of this, too. Give me a hug.

Hug this.

Come on, the moment's over.

Get up, Mary.

Stand back, let me throw him a doctor.

You could put the gun away, she's dead.

Come on, Mary, please.

Get up.

Mary.

Mary.

We're on a state of crime. Stay out of
sight.

I don't think he's any danger to anybody
but himself. He looks like a shock.

Who are you?

I'm Darren's doctor.

It takes me six months to get an office
visit with my doctor, and you show up at

his workplace on a whim?

No, because your feed was picked up by
every television station in Los Angeles.

Every station?

How about the networks? The networks
have it yet?

I won't have that man's grief turn into
a ratings event.

Tom, I've been toying with an idea kind
of like this.

We get a couple of rival gang members on
the show, and then accidentally we

unplug the metal detector.

What do you think?

Get him out of here. What are you
talking about? What? Who?

What's the problem? Hey, okay, guys,
watch the suit, all right?

Stand back, Mark. This thing's got real
bullets in it.

I kind of assumed that.

I didn't.

You thought you were shooting blanks? It
was supposed to be blanks.

Mary loaded the gun herself this morning
and left it for me in her dressing

room. Mary did?

Sure. Look, this is her gun.

But this whole thing was a raiding
stunt?

You were going to pretend to kill her?

Only she was going to pretend to die
and...

Now she's pretending to will.

Darren, who else knew about this stunt?

I don't know.

Tom pitched it to us. He thought it was
a great idea.

That should have told us something right
there.

Wax I thought was a great idea.

Real bullets never came up in the
meeting.

Darren, let me help you.

Mark, look, she was my partner. I loved
her.

Now I've killed her.

A tragic accident.

Darren, you know how she felt about you.

You think she could rest knowing that
you were suffering because of an

Give me the gun.

Take it easy with them, guys.

Chuck. He needs immediate medical
attention.

Take him to community, General.

Thanks. We're still live. Go to
commercial.

Real bullets, all right.

Question is, who put them there?

You think he was telling the truth?

Someone switched the blanks? Well, look
at the altar. It was deliberate cold

-blooded murder.

In front of 10 million people.

That has got to be one of the dumbest
murders ever committed.

Hey, if stupidity was a defense, half
the guys I put away would be walking the

streets today.

Well, you know, his grief seemed genuine
to me.

Well, since he's mourning the fact that
he doesn't get to do this again

tomorrow, I guess his story is worth
checking out.

I'm going to head back to Community
General and look after him. Oh, thanks,

Jess. I appreciate it.

What do you mean, back from commercial?
I got nobody to come back to. Excuse me.

You know who might have had access to
Mary's dressing room?

You're kidding, right?

No, I think it might help Darren.

In five seconds, I'm going to be
broadcast in an empty stage live across

country. I don't think you have to worry
about that.

And we're back.

Our long national nightmare is over at
last.

Darren Tate is getting the help he
needs.

And now is the time for healing.

For you, for me, and for Julia Roberts,
who is going to be my guest on a

very special show.

Go to commercial!

What was it you wanted?

So this is the only way in and out of
the dressing room?

That's right.

Only people with this card would have
access to Mary's dressing room.

How many card keys are there?

Obviously, on -air talent has them. I've
got one. Security guards, cleaning

crew, Mary's assistant, Freddie, of
course. There's a couple dozen, give or

take. But the system keeps a record of
which key is used at what time.

I'm going to need to see the records for
this morning.

All right, I'll go get them. Mary's
dressing room's first door on the left.

You know, I haven't been in that many
gun stores in my life, but I never heard

of one that sold bullets by the handful,
blanks or otherwise.

Yeah, if she loaded it in here, there
should be a partially filled box of

shells. I don't see one.

Maybe she brought it in loaded.

Well, would you want to take the chance
of being caught with a loaded gun in

your car?

No, I wouldn't, but I wouldn't arrange
to have myself shot on national TV

either.

Also, search her house.

Well, this is interesting.

What'd you find?

Absolutely nothing.

Oh, yeah, that's mighty interesting.

Well, everything's been erased off this
hard drive, including the operating

system.

Well, take it back to the lab. Maybe the
computer geese can retrieve something.

I don't know if this is going to help
you much. The show started at 11 o

Darren Tate entered the dressing area at
11 .02, left at 11 .06.

Just enough time to go in there and get
the gun and go on stage.

Last person in the dressing area before
us was Freddy Myers at 11 .45.

Who's he?

Mary's personal assistant.

No, she was already dead by then. Too
late to be interested in a cup of

The only other person in here this
morning was Mary Montgomery.

She was in twice, once at 8 .23 and
again at 10 .56.

Wait a minute. Are you sure about that
second time?

That's what it says here. Why?

Because Mary couldn't have been here at
10 .56. It was right before her show.

She was on the set doing a live promo.

I haven't seen a reading that high since
my mom cooked that corned beef in the

pressure cooker.

And I deserve it.

I shot Mary.

Well, you didn't mean to.

No, I didn't mean to, but I picked up
the gun, I aimed it at her, I pulled the

trigger.

I'm totally innocent.

Now, do you have any idea who might have
switched those blanks with real

bullets?

Everybody loved Mary.

You know, except maybe Larry Duggan.

Yeah, I heard him screaming at her last
night.

I think he even threatened her. Wow, are
you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive. You know why?
Because it happened right after her big

with Lucy Caruso.

Yeah, I don't suppose she threatened
Mary also.

Now that you mention it, so did Tom
Grant.

Did she get along this well with
everybody?

No, she was an angel.

Angel?

I got the report on the gun that killed
Mary Montgomery.

38 caliber, made by Miami Munitions in
Florida. Sold to...

No fingerprints on the bullets.

Why would he wipe his fingerprints off
the bullets?

Erase any connection between him and the
gun, I guess.

Well, it'd make a lot more sense if he
had killed in front of 10 million

Or if someone else switched the bullets.

Undoubtedly the same person that stole
Mary's card key.

Wasn't in her purse or on her body.

I just know that something in that
laptop is going to be a lot of help. You

talked to the computer guy? Yeah,
they're working on it. They're going to

me here.

We also have an APB out on Freddy Myers.

He was Mary's personal assistant.

He was in the room after she died.

Maybe he erased her hard drive right
after he erased her.

Oh, good. Let me know as soon as you
find out.

You know, I so rarely express my
appreciation to you for all the things

for me. I'm going to make you a nice
steak lunch.

I appreciate that. Thanks.

Right on the inside, black on the
outside, ma 'am.

I know you killed Mary.

And I know why.

And I know what the National Enquirer
would pay for that information.

What I don't know is how much you'll pay
me not to tell them.

Yeah.

It is burned anyway.

We restored Mary's files.

She was getting dirt on a lot of people.
Mostly other talk show hosts.

You know, sordid stuff.

Illicit sex, extortion, and fraud.

Sounds like a regular afternoon to
daytime TV.

She was so nice on this show.

It's on at the gym. I'm a captive
audience.

Oh.

Okay, it's all ready.

I hope you guys brought an appetite.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, nice of you to bring all this good
food.

We've been eating here for years. It's
about time we brought something.

I ordered a pizza once.

Maybe in a couple of years, one of us
might actually do the cooking.

You know, guys, I've been thinking about
that case.

I think I have the answer to Mary
Montgomery's murder.

You do?

All right. Say that the table is the
studio here.

We got... Okay. White cup is Mary
Montgomery.

Pink cup will be Lucy Caruso.

This, uh...

Blue cup will be Tom Grant, and this
green will be Larry Duggan.

Okay, the napkin is the makeup table.
Fork here is the

dressing room, and spoon would be the
sets where they all work, okay? Now,

and Lucy are at the makeup table.

Tom and Larry over here talking.

Now, Lucy and Mary do their shows at the
same time. One's on tape, and one is on

live. So Mary leaves the makeup table
and goes to talk to Tom on the talk show

set. Duggan goes back and joins Lucy at
the napkin.

The makeup table. Right.

Now, none of them had the time to have
stolen Mary's card, gone in and switched

the bullets in the fork and made it back
to the spoon.

The dressing rooms and the sets.

That's right. So then Darren is guilty,
right?

Well, I'm saying that our lunch right
here proves his innocence because...

I made the steaks, you made the potato
salad, and you made the coleslaw.

Now, is it going to ruin your theory if
we tell you that we got this at the

deli? No, I'm just saying we all
contributed something.

And not one of them could have framed
Darren all by themselves.

So if we just assume Darren's innocence,
there's only one logical explanation.

Yeah! Let's have a big round of applause
for our special guest tonight.

Can we just get this over with?

You mean no gloating? No one -liners? No
explanations of how I brilliantly

figured out your plan?

Something like that.

See, you've got no sense of what makes
good television.

No wonder Larry Duggan's kicking your
butt in the ratings.

Oh, gee.

Thanks, Freddy.

Yeah, that really means something,
coming from a guy like you.

Oh, Freddy, what's wrong?

I thought you brilliantly figured out my
plan.

I did.

I knew you two were in it together all
along. But you're wrong there, Freddy.

Because, you see, actually, it was...

Ms. Crusoe?

That's a good look on you. I'm sorry.

There's something about wigs. They're
like hats. Do you see them? You gotta

them on.

Don't try to ingratiate yourself with
me.

I'm grieving.

Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Uh -huh.

You just snuck past security.

Show up at my makeup table just to try
on my wigs?

If you want an interview, you're gonna
have to wait until I'm done mourning my

dear friend.

And then you'll have to wait your turn.
I'm not a reporter. I'm a doctor.

Oh, you sweet thing. You shouldn't have.

I didn't. You know, Deborah is so
devoted to me that if I show the

discomfort, she overreacts and calls the
paramedics. Well, what is wrong?

My foot.

It feels like I impaled it on a railroad
spike.

Well, want me to have a look at it? Yes,
please. Oh, thank you.

Fluff, go on in five minutes. I don't
want Jane Seymour to think I have flat

hair.

No, this is nothing serious. It looks
like we've got a little splinter in

Do you have a pair of tweezers?

Oh, yeah. This isn't going to hurt, is
it? No, no, no. Okay.

Just take a second.

Gentle. Oh, still.

Well.

Well, it felt huge.

Looks like a cactus needle.

Those can be painful, too.

I guess now that you've removed the
thorn from my paw, I'm your friend for

You don't look like a lioness to me.

You didn't see me reduce Jean -Claude
Van Damme to tears.

Why would you do that? People don't
watch television today just for

conversation. They want raw emotion.
They want revelations.

Hmm.

Maybe like finding out that a
celebrity's a slumlord.

Not Jean -Claude. No.

You.

Mary found out about it and entered the
whole thing in her computer.

Clough.

You said you were a doctor.

Well, I'm also a consultant with the
police department.

You left that little part out.

There is no way that I can keep track of
all my investments, but I'm absolutely

certain you are wrong.

Everybody knows how concerned I am about
the underprivileged.

Well, why do you think Mary would make
up something like that?

Unlike me, Mary was very competitive.

I'm just not that way.

I always felt there was room on TV for
my genuine conversation and Mary's

entertaining banality.

Well, look, I'm very sorry to have
intruded upon your grief.

It's okay.

Come to watch Larry's show, detective?

Not unless you've installed metal
detectors.

We don't need them.

His guests today are men who've been
neutered by their wives literally.

Bobbitt mania hits suburbia.

Real cutting -edge TV, huh?

How much did their agent pay you to book
them?

Kickbacks went out with a $64 ,000
question, but I guess the LAPD training

manuals haven't been updated since then,
have they? I understand the going

rate's a thousand bucks a guest, and I
expect it takes a lot of guests to keep

that urban assault vehicle of yours
running.

There's nothing wrong with taking gifts
from close personal friends.

You know, Mary Montgomery kept an
extensive list of names, dates, and

from your close personal friends.

Well, the truth is it's just standard
industry practice.

We're all just slick infomercials
anyway.

So it wouldn't bother you if I went
public with this information?

Not a bit.

Then why do you look like you're ready
to throw up, Tom?

Sorry, I'm late for our appointment.
Hey, come on in.

Listen, when you see this, does it say
home to you?

It says dead to me. Oh, come on, come
on.

Think like a woman, not like a medical
examiner.

Hey, take a seat.

See, if I decorated my ski lodge like
this, wouldn't it make you feel all warm

and cuddly?

Actually, it would make me feel like I
was in a veterinary morgue.

You and I are a lot alike. I can see
that already.

Mr. Duggan, I would never put a
decapitated animal head on my wall.

But you're clearly consumed by your
work, just like me.

You see dead bodies everywhere. I see
liars, losers, cheats.

The lodge is my escape.

Hey, you ever think about escaping?

Yeah, right now, as a matter of fact.

Your skiing is so relaxing when it's
done in pairs.

You'd love my lodge.

As much as Alison Flaner did?

How do you know about that?

The question is, how did Mary Montgomery
find out about it?

Mary knew?

Mary knew that Allison was only 14.

Gosh, going on 20.

Look, she and her parents made out just
fine.

Hey, I gave them enough money to start
their own ski resort.

So with Mary dead, nobody else is going
to find out about it, are they?

You can't say anything, Doctor.

Amit, it's over.

Nobody cares.

You do.

Maybe enough to kill to keep it quiet.

I'd like skiing, but if it involves
moose heads, count me out.

What is Larry Duggan, a taxidermist? His
office is filled with dead animals.

He thinks that if he decorates his lodge
with moose heads, women will ski right

into his bed. Pass me the tomatoes?

That's a show I'd watch.

What about Alison Fleeter?

Well, Duggan said he paid off the girl's
parents.

He certainly doesn't want anybody else
to find out about it.

Tom Grant didn't want anybody to know
about the kickbacks either. Did Duggan

where his lodge was, Amanda?

No, why?

Well, I saw a postcard at the television
station that Lucy Cruz was sent to her

hair lady, and it was from Aspen.

Grant has a ski rack in his car.

Won't be hard to find out if they were
together in Aspen recently.

You know, I bet you're going to find out
that they spent their vacation there

and plotted a murder.

Loan.

All right, thanks.

CHP just found Freddy and his car at the
bottom of Highcliffe Drive.

Oh, boy.

Don't even think about it.

I don't think I have to tell you.

This wasn't an accident.

Skid marks ended several yards short of
the edge.

Then it appears Freddy just let the car
roll off the cliff.

I don't think Freddy was in any
condition to let the car do anything. He

from a blow to the back of the head.

That's right. The fact that his well
-padded headrest was properly

So the question would be, how did Freddy
really die?

Well, you bring up a thorny issue.

You know, these are coastal prickly pear
cactus. They hardly ever see them grow

in any farther inland than this. And
that's important because...

Because this morning I removed a cactus
thorn from Lucy Caruso's foot and a

yellowish one just like these.

Mr. Myers was at least six feet tall,
180, 190 pounds.

Lucy wouldn't even come up to his chin.

Ruling out drugs and poison, which Lucy
would be too smart to use, I don't see

how she possibly could have killed
Freddy by herself.

Much less manhandled him into the
Explorer.

She couldn't have done it alone. She had
to have help.

Specifically, Larry Duggan and Tom
Grant.

But why?

What did the three of them have against
Freddy?

Maybe we wanted to replace Mary.

As a talk show host?

It's a blackmailer.

There's one problem with your theory,
Dad.

I just don't see Freddy being dumb
enough to walk into a room with his

victims. Oh, I don't think he was.

Lucy most likely lured him into a
meeting.

Or either Tom or Larry could have taken
him out. Probably all three of them came

through here and staged the accident.

Nothing like teamwork.

That's how they killed Mary. The whole
key to Mary's murder was getting access

to that purse in the makeup room.

Well, if I remember my forks and spoons
correctly, none of them had enough time

to steal Mary's card key, switch the
bullets, and then get back to where they

were supposed to be on time. That's
right.

Lucy got the card key from Mary's purse
at the makeup table. Then she slipped it

to Larry, who went in and switched the
bullets.

Well, where's Tom Grant been in? Well,
he engineered the whole thing. He talked

Mary and Darren into doing it.

We have no real evidence, guys.

He's absolutely right. As long as they
stick together, we can't prove a thing.

Or can we?

Steve, could you keep Freddy's death
quiet for about a day?

Sure. Why?

They released you?

Insufficient evidence.

Can you believe it? No.

I mean, the whole world saw you shoot
her on television. That seems like a lot

of evidence.

Yeah, but my fingerprints weren't on the
bullets, so the cops released me.

I mean, why would I wipe those bullets
and then kill her on national TV? Yes,

why? But it certainly is great to have
you back. Oh, yes, Mary, because we were

all so worried that you might not be
back.

It's going to be awfully tough going on
the air without my Mary.

But I'll find the strength somehow.

Thanks. Yeah.

Oh, goody. Yeah, now the cops are going
to be looking at us.

Especially when they find Freddy's body.
Looking at us? Why? They don't have any

evidence, remember?

Hey, he's right. We're covered. All we
have to do is stick together. Oh, God,

can you imagine the ratings Darren's
going to get now?

And here he is, Larry Duggan!

Hi, and welcome back to the Larry Duggan
Show, where today we are discussing

high -rise workers who made it to the
top on their backs.

I have a question for Bernice.

In the 17 months that you worked on that
building, did you ever once actually

lay hands on a tool?

Honey, that is a stupid question.

And you were just seven years old when
you saw him get run over by a truck.

Oh, it was the pits.

Oh, I can't even imagine the pain of
seeing this adorable, cute little dog

crushed under those huge wheels.

I thought I was here to plug my book,
you dingbat.

I mean, what a heartache that must have
been.

Finding your loyal, trusting, innocent
little friend splattered all over an

unforgiving asphalt.

If only you hadn't thrown the ball right
then.

Yeah, how about the heartbreak of people
living without running water or heat?

In buildings that are infested with
rodents.

Of course, that's terrible.

Buildings that you own.

What? How could you do that to those
poor people?

Cut.

Security, please. Can I have security?
Will you throw this man out, please?

Thank you very much. Is that true? Of
course not. I have deed and documents.

Signed and dated by you.

Show me those papers.

Let him go.

The police know everything.

Whoever talks first could walk free.

Ding bed.

Turn the cameras on, please.

I want this taped.

I want everyone to know the awful truth.

You do?

I want my audience, everyone, to know
how I was used

by a dishonest business manager who
duped me into

signing those papers.

And that is the danger of investing your
trust in the wrong person.

Sloan knows. Sloan suspects.

He doesn't know anything. Relax.

No, no, he knows. I'm sure of it.

He's probably on his way to the police
now.

We've got to do something. And fast.

Lucy. I've got it. I've got it.

We'll kill him. Yes, we've already
committed two murders. How many times

they execute us?

Sloan thinks we'll crack. Are you saying
I'm cracking? No, I'm assuming that

vein throbbing in your forehead is a
fashion statement.

You'll have something throbbing out of
your forehead just like Freddie. You're

worrying about nothing. If he had
anything, we'd be in handcuffs.

Yes, Cindy.

The district attorney is returning your
call on line two.

Tell him he's mistaken, thank you. Hey,
what kind of a deal did you cut?

You just couldn't wait to sell us out,
could you? This is good.

Let's all turn against each other
exactly the way Dr. Sloan and his

hoping.

Can't you see?

That's the point of his little stunts.
So what do we do? Yeah, what do we do?

Give him someone else to concentrate on.

If we all stick together, he can't touch
us.

What if the police already found
Freddy's car?

If they had it, it'd be all over the
news and this road would be closed off.

brought everything?

Yeah, Mary's car key, the blanks.

How did you come up with it?

If I can produce daytime TV, I can
produce a prank.

Too bad there isn't an Emmy for best
produced murder.

Ha ha, very funny. Listen, do you think
the car key and the blanks are enough?

Maybe we should put something else in
Freddy's car.

Uh, likewise.

A typed, unsigned confession?

Larry's right. If we plant too much
evidence, they'll know what's up.

Assuming they ever find the wreck.

Well, maybe we should have picked a
shorter cliff.

Yeah, they'll find it, and then they'll
figure out what we want them to. Yeah,

the Freddie Meyers kill the better half
of Darren and Mary.

The greedy half.

I'm getting going.

Not this part together.

Oh, thank you. And by the way, it's so
nice to know chivalry isn't dead. Thanks

a lot for the help.

Hey,

these are $800. Shut up!

Please, please.

Wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I don't want to see Freddy decomposing.
So close your eyes.

Hey, Tom, here.

Afternoon, folks.

Dr. Sloan, this is what it looks like.

We were just trying to find our friend,
Freddy.

Oh, right where the killers left him,
huh?

No, no. No, no, really. Dr. Sloan, you
don't understand.

We had a very strong bond with Freddy,
honestly.

Oh, nice say. What are you going to do
next, confess?

They made me do it.

Oh, that's just great.

Hey, aren't you the one who said if we
all stick together, they can't touch us?

That's just what I was counting on.

What? You were trying to turn us against
each other.

You can't deny that. That's why you
released Darren and pulled all those

Oh, come on, Tom. You're way too smart
to fall for an old trick like that. Oh,

besides, if we're really trying to split
you apart, I like to think we'd be a

bit more subtle about it.

So you didn't want me to inform against
the others?

Well, that really wouldn't have done us
much good.

To get a conviction, we needed the
physical evidence.

We didn't know which one of you
controlled it.

So we wanted you to think we wanted you
to turn on one another, which pretty

much guaranteed you would try something
together.

Thank you for making our job a whole lot
easier.

Yeah, but wait, wait, Dr. Sloan, really.

I'll make a deal. I'll make a deal.

Here he is, Darren. So they all tried to
turn state's evidence?

Oh, could you say I'm a victim of
circuit offense? Darren Tate is being

Lucy Caruso and Larry Duggan are off the
air for good.

Well, that was true.

They were colleagues, friends, people I
trusted.

Now they're facing murder charges.

Even worse, the total destruction of
their careers.

What went wrong?

What makes talk show hosts kill?

Can you answer that question, Lucy?

Taryn, I wish I could.

I just can't find the words.

Can't or won't.

Are you saying you can't find any
remorse?

Of course you can. Her feelings of guilt
and contrition are so painful, so

overwhelming, it's almost impossible for
her to give him proper expression.

When I think about poor Mary.

What a dingbat.

And what about Freddy Myers?

You killed him too.

How did it feel?

He didn't say.

You can watch too much television.