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But Paul, you just got back this
morning.

You might as well have stayed in St.
Louis. I promise I'll be back by Friday.

Then we'll celebrate.

Thanks, James.

Make a chicken soup at home.

Is stomach flu still hanging on? And on
and on.

Try again, Dr. Travis.

And remember now, remember, your mouth
is your friend.

Some friend. Why can't I just type in a
couple of words and go where I want?

Well, we could if we were working on a
text -based system, but this is a far

superior graphics -based interface.

Yeah? Superior in what way? That it
makes people crazier faster?

Doctor, the hospital has made a big
investment in these computers. Now,

just give me and my system a chance.

It's the mouse that doesn't want to give
me a chance. It's the one that doesn't

want to be friends. No, it's not that
part. Let me tell you.

Just follow the icons like a clearly
marked path from acquisitions to

to patient history.

Uh -huh.

As I was saying.

Perhaps I should, uh, reinstall.

What do you got? 32 -year -old male with
a single gunshot wound to the left

upper extremity. Lots of shed blood at
the scene.

No radial pulse on that side. I've got
pressure on the bleeder. Let's go.

one. Let's move.

Rapid pulse 120.

BP 80 over 40. Okay, on my count. One,
two, three.

I want 10 milligrams.

Morphine typing across two units holding
a chest tube.

Alert X -ray and notify the OR. We got a
death. Keep pressure on that wound.

You're in a hospital, Mr.

Kirkpatrick. My wife. Is she okay?

Let's worry about getting you taken care
of first, okay? She's dead. I'm sorry,

Mr. Kirkpatrick.

I did this, Derek.

It's my fault.

accounts, everybody loves Celeste
Kirkpatrick. Including her husband?

Apparently so.

Everybody also says they had the perfect
marriage.

Celeste, the successful psychologist,
and Paul, the up -and -coming lawyer.

Any witnesses?

Plenty, but none of them can ID the
shooter. You're all too busy eyeballing

wheels. Red Ferrari, 355 no less.

Ooh, sounds like a distinctive
automobile.

About $200 ,000 worth of distinction.

Oh, at that price, I can't eat too many
F -16s around.

It's an F -355, Dad, not an airplane.

You'd be surprised between Bel Air and
Beverly Hills.

Kirkpatrick is in recovery.

He came through surgery pretty well. His
vitals are stable and he's conscious.

Stable enough to answer a few questions?

I think I know what the first one's
going to be. Like, why did he say it was

fault that his wife died?

I'll let you know.

Vince Thatcher.

He's the one you want.

He killed Celeste.

I have trouble seeing a thug like
Thatcher go into a shrink.

He didn't.

See, I was the target.

I hammered Thatcher on a negligent suit
last year.

He swore he'd pay me back.

I just never took him seriously.

Dear God, I wish I had.

I take it this Thatcher guy is not
exactly your average citizen.

No, I'd rate him higher than average in
his propensity for violence, especially

when it comes to someone who's wronged
him.

Then he'd have no problem arranging a
drive -by shooting.

Well, Thatcher'd have no problem doing
it himself.

He also owns a company that imports high
-end exotic cars.

Where's Tim and Eddie, Thatcher? You up?

Forget to pay his retainer.

Innocent people don't need lawyers,
Lieutenant.

Well, Parker Patrick says that you
killed his wife this morning.

I've never even met the woman.

But I'm overcome with grief.

I'll be sure to pass on your
condolences.

Yes, how is Paul these days?

He's recovering from a gunshot wound.

How sad.

What, that he's recovering or that he's
been shot?

Look, last year, Kirk Patrick's idiot
client bought a car from me, got drunk

rammed it into a brick wall. Next thing
I know, we're headed for court.

Idiot quiet versus innocent salesman.
All to fat and cook Patrick's wallet. So

you decided to get some payback.

Only you shot his wife instead.

Can't be easy hitting someone from a
moving Ferrari.

I was in my showroom all day.

With two customers and three employees.
Ask any one of them.

And none of those guys would have any
reason to lie.

They're all model citizens.

Just like you.

All right, let's run a curly to
determine his age and get cross

left and right femur and humerus, okay?

Thank you.

Hi. Did you get a prelim on Celeste
Kirkpatrick?

Yep. It's not going to make you very
happy.

I was hoping for something that would
make the killer unhappy.

Which one?

Which one what?

Which killer?

Apparently, someone tried to murder
Celeste two days before she was shot.

All right, now I'm totally confused.

All right. There were anomalies in the
stomach contents and the condition of

lower intestine, so I ordered a full tox
panel.

Traces of atea rubra? Mm -hmm.

Bainberry. It's a native plant. It
contains a digitalis -like poison.

And Celeste consumed it no more than 48
hours before she was shot.

Someone baked her a bainberry pie?

Yes, if they wanted to do it the hard
way. I think it was probably dried and

ground up. Very concentrated. Small
amount would suffice.

Small enough to put in a medicine
capsule?

Only she wasn't on meds. I think that
somebody slipped it into something that

she was drinking. Juice, coffee, tea,
something.

But not enough to kill her.

Oh, no, it was a lethal amount.

Except that Celeste also digested a
demulcent.

Possibly a large amount of dairy
products.

And the dairy neutralized the bean
berry. Exactly.

She was probably pretty sick and passed
it off as the stomach flu or food

poisoning. I told you there wasn't much
here to make you feel happy. Why?

Just because we may be looking for two
killers with the same target?

Or one.

He tried to poison her, and when that
didn't work, he shot her.

Or whoever shot Celeste was actually
aiming at Paul, and the poisoner is

else entirely.

I meant to tell you why Celeste did not
succumb to that poison. Yeah, apparently

because she ate dairy products of some
kind. She had to have eaten that before

she got the Bainberry.

You sure? Well, I'm pretty sure. I kind
of suspect if she had taken Bainberry on

an empty stomach, she'd be too ill to
eat anything, dairy or otherwise.

So if we can pinpoint when she took the
dairy products. We know approximately

when that poisoning took place.

This is a copy of Celeste's recent
appointments.

Including last Wednesday?

When she threw a going -away party for
one of her employees.

An ice cream party.

To check out the staff.

Yeah, none of them look good for this.

Certainly none of them drive an
expensive foreign sports car.

But she did have two appointments after
the party. Well, what do you think the

odds are that one of those owns one of
those, what do you call it, B -25s? No,

355, Dad. It's just not a plane. Never
mind.

Oh,

it's a vestment, please hold.

Miss Cook, can you verify that your
employee at least is...

Owens Investments, please hold.

Yes? Does your employer lease a Ferrari?

An F -355 red.

Gorgeous car.

Owens Investments, please hold.

Can you also verify that he had an
appointment last Wednesday with... Owens

Investments, please hold.

With Celeste Kirkpatrick?

Century City, 3 p .m. No sale.

Barely ever makes cold calls like that.

Okay. Thank you so much for your help,
but maybe it's time I talked to your

directly.

Mr. Owen, this is Detective Sloan.

I'll call 911.

Book all the coroner's office while
you're at it.

You know, I've been driving by this
place for years. I've never been inside.

Not like you have.

Mr. Murphy, had you chased your ball
over that wall?

And Mr. Landau's Doberman gave me a very
quick tour.

Well, it should be more leisurely this
time. That is, providing old cuddles

are still around.

The Doberman.

You a little preoccupied?

Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just Kirkpatrick.

I've tied nickel into the gun and the
poison, not to mention the car.

Well, there's no title to Wes
Kirkpatrick.

Nothing would explain why he'd want to
kill her. I mean, this guy's a CPA with

two kids in college and no criminal
record.

Well, he did have that one meeting, you
know. Yeah, the one and only.

Well, it counts. It was strictly
business and very cordial.

If you want to call a template poisoning
cordial, my nose is runny.

I can see why you're so perplexed,
though. Mr. Owen hardly fits any kind of

profile, does he? Well, there's always
the deranged but determined category.

That's a good one. I made it up.

Well, at least the cage is closed and
I've got my Saturday free.

You don't see cuddles, do you?

No, I don't see any of them.

12 .30, your office said, right? And
that's not 12 o 'clock, that's not 1 o

'clock, that's 12.

I confirmed that twice last week with
your office. I understand.

Here it is. It's barely 1230. And the
place is full of people.

Now, come on.

1230 is 1230. Am I right? Mr. Wolfe,
there's only one other couple waiting.

give it a rest.

Hi. Hi. I never realized a real estate
business was so intense.

It's this market.

Everyone's in a frenzy. Mr. Wolfe
certainly is.

I'm sorry you didn't come here to listen
to my troubles.

I'm Tab Vaughn. I'm Ken Dine Realtors.

And this is a wonderful neighborhood.
Great schools, easy access to both the

valley and the west side. Until the
floods come. Or mudslides. Or hills get

fire.

We live in a neighborhood.

Oh, okay.

You know, I was thinking maybe we could
take a quick tour. My son used to play

chase here. Not recently.

Well, then.

Follow me. You are going to love the
changes they've made to the place.

Oh, Mr. Miller, you might as well sign
your visitor's book. Oh, there.

Yeah, thanks.

And, uh, call me Tab, please.

Tab.

Look at the size of this room.

You could cook a banquet in here and
have room left over.

No, thanks. I cooked two last Sunday.
Two banquets in one day? My first and my

last.

No, I don't kid you. He's got a great
little barbecue business going.

Look at this tile.

Oh, it's nice.

If you like Formica, that is.

Formica? Oh, and these windows.

Why do people spend a fortune to remodel
their house and then just ruin it with

these cheap windows?

Evelyn, we gotta go.

Windows are the eyes of a house.

And I ask you, who wants cheap... Shabby
eyes.

Well, they are double pain. Very energy
efficient.

Evelyn. Oh, come on.

I can't wait to hear your excuse for the
atrocities in the living room.

Look at these exposed wood beams. That's
like a feast for a colony of termites.

You want to go see some atrocities? I'd
love to.

Look at these beautiful hand -carved
doors.

Oh, boy, you don't see that much
anymore.

Oh, my God!

What is that? What?

What, a heart attack?

No. Murder.

I'm Lieutenant Steve Sloan, LAPD.

I thought you said you were in the
barbecue business.

No, that's just a sideline.

Homicide is my main thing.

Well, one thing I know, this ain't my
business.

Nobody... Leaves until I say so.

Does anybody recognize this man?

Mr. Bond?

What do we got, Dad?

A white male, about 45.

He looks like he's been bludgeoned. And
his rear pocket's turned inside out.

Somebody took his wallet?

Well, could be it was a robbery gone
wrong.

Only the killer left the watch.

It's a bowl and it's worth several
thousand dollars.

Maybe someone interrupted the killer.

Or maybe he was just plain stupid.

What about these stains?

Well, other than the blood splatters, it
looks like coffee, probably ink.

It tells you from the color of his skin
and nails, it hasn't been dead very

long, probably less than an hour.

You mean it happened while we were
touring the house?

Possibly. Don't mean the killer could
still be here with us?

It could be any one of the prospective
buyers in this room.

Hey, that lets us out. We're lucky, Lou.
Come on, Alan.

Sir, do you want to put down the bag in
the backpack?

Thank you.

They're stealing the house piece by
piece.

See? See where your motor mouth gets us?

There's blood on there.

Now, wait.

We didn't kill anybody.

We didn't even pick up that thing.

Well, okay, maybe we did take the poker.

And quite a few other things. Why?

We run sort of a boutique hardware store
on Melrose.

Yeah, you ought to drop by sometime.

Hello? We just carry the most wonderful
antique fixtures and these lovely brass

fitting things.

Probably very expensive, too.

Maybe worth enough to make murder
worthwhile.

You're going to try and hang this on us,
aren't you?

Evelyn, we have the right to remain
silent.

Use it.

You ought to use your cuffs on them,
officer.

I mean, look, they've already confessed
to being thieves. They had the murder

weapon.

What else do you need?

Motive might be nice.

Motive, okay.

Let's say the victim surprised them and
things got a little out of control.

The only thing out of control was this
man.

Evelyn, remaining silent means keeping
your mouth closed.

You know, we could hear him all the way
down the hall, and he just stormed in

looking for someone to kill.

You were very angry when you came in
here.

Yeah, angry enough to commit murder.

I'll agree with that. I thought he was
going to hit me.

All right, all right, look, I admit I
was angry, but it's because this idiot's

office... Gave me the wrong time for the
open house.

Wrong time? What wrong time?

The place was already open when we got
here at 12 .15.

Ah, but they told me 12 .30. If I got
here by 12 .30, I can make a preemptive

offer. I can avoid a bidding war.

The wrong time.

That's the answer.

Mr. Bond, might I borrow your pen?

Yeah.

Thank you for making the commission.

You see, Carth, he didn't even open his
mouth and he's already confessed.

Wait a minute. I did not confess.

I was in the entryway greeting people
the entire time. If I had killed that

why would I have stayed in the house?
Well, I don't think you did voluntarily.

My guess is that that stabbed Vaughn,
the realtor who was supposed to be

this house.

I don't know who you are, but I'll bet
you that you talked Mr. Vaughn into

letting you in here early.

Then you killed him. But then people
started arriving and you were trapped.

You took his jacket, and then that takes
place.

Then you waited for the right moment to
slip away.

Only that moment never came. This is
totally crazy. This jacket is mine. How

you say that it isn't? Because when I
asked you for this pen, you reached in

wrong pocket.

Oh, and that proves that I'm a killer.

No, it proves you're right -handed.

Mr. Vaughn here is left -handed.

He's right.

The guy's lefty. He's got his watch on
his right wrist.

Then there's that ink stain on the dead
man's shirt.

for which there is no doubt a matching
stain inside that jacket.

Tab,

or wherever you are, I'll see your poker
and raise you 144 special.

There's just one question I'd like to
have answered.

Why did you kill that man?

I... I have the right to remain silent.

See?

Double entry bookkeeping?

That doesn't mean we're keeping two sets
of books.

Ah. Because all the accounts have to
balance. You take money out of the

and put it into ribs.

$900.

Ah, we go through ribs pretty fast
around here.

Not as fast as we go through ketchup.

$4 ,000 for ketchup?

That's $40.

You see that? That's a decimal point
right there. Well, who can tell? Do you

have to write everything like it's a
prescription?

Why do I take it you're not exactly in
the mood to be doing this?

Hey, I'm in a great mood.

Any week you solve two murders, we've
got to be a real winner, right?

You tell me.

I just prefer when the killer at least
knows the picture.

If Nick Owen never met Celeste
Kirkpatrick before the day he tried to

her. Well, he said he wanted to sell her
some stock.

Maybe he got mad that she turned him
down.

What's the guy with no history of
violence or mental illness decides to do

drive -by from a $200 ,000 car?

At least the guy showed a little style.

Steve, I'm sorry, but I still don't see
the big mystery.

Nick Coleman just lost it one day and
decided it was time to kill somebody.

Anybody. It happened once in a while,
but twice in one week?

What about Richard Frost?

He's a guy that walked into the open
house in Malibu and killed a realtor he

never met.

I mean, yes, Frost is just an average
citizen.

A tract house in Arcadia, a wife, three
kids.

And a lawyer that won't let him talk
unless it's a diminished capacity.

On what basis?

Pathological hatred of realtors?

Inoperable brain tumor.

Did you verify that?

Yeah, Frost was a patient of the
community general.

Well, a man and I were just looking over
Nick Owen's autopsy report. He was a

patient of the community general.

Oh, don't tell me.

And he was in the final stages of
lymphatic carcinoma.

So in one week, two men with terminal
illnesses killed total strangers.

Which is dead and the other one won't
talk about it.

No wonder you're in such a great mood.

Want some fries with that salt?

Mr.

Hudson, please.

There's his desk over there.

He'll be right back.

Mr. Hudson?

Maxwell Hudson?

Yes, how may I help you?

Stand

like

a foot down the street.

We've got paramedics and backup on the
way. I'm on it.

Steve Sloan, Central Division.

What's the situation?

My partner just went in to get some
plane tickets. He must have walked in on

robbery or something.

How many perps? How many weapons?

There's one weapon.

It sounded like a semi -automatic.

I read one perp so far.

One of the people that got out of there
said that two people are down, including

my partner.

Get away!

Drop the gun now!

Get away right now!

I'll shoot her!

It's all bottled up inside. There's no
time to go.

Well, Lizzie probably knows that.

Call dispatch.

Have them send a mobile command post.
Will do.

Keep the heavy firepower out of sight.

Keep it low profile. Maybe this guy
won't panic.

What's supposed to happen?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I've got to make a plan. I've got to do
something. I've got to plan something.

Hello?

This is Lieutenant Steve Sloan. Who am I
talking to?

The guy with the gun.

I'd still like to know your name.

Justin Blair.

Let me help you, Justin.

Oh, yeah?

How about $10 million and a big passage
to Rio?

Can you help me with that?

I don't think so.

Then what good are you?

Justin?

Justin, we're talking on a captured
line. All your calls have to go through

How convenient.

Who did you want to talk to?

My wife.

You want me to call her?

Have her come down here?

I don't know.

Tell me what happened in there, Justin.
What went wrong?

Everything.

Everything went wrong.

I didn't want to shoot the cop.

When he came through the door,
everything just fell apart.

Oh, man.

I wish I knew what to do.

I can't think.

Oh, my God.

Shut up.

Everybody, just shut up.

Listen to me, Justin.

I can help you. I think we already
established that you can.

Let me take that wounded officer off
your hands. That will make things easier

for you, won't it?

Okay, Lieutenant Sloan.

You keep saying you want to help.

You come down here and take the cops,
please.

Justin. Come down here and take my place
or I'll shoot him. I swear I will.

Get me a Kevlar.

Jesse, do me a favor. Call my dad.
Steve, have him check out Justin Blair.

If he comes up with anything, have him
on a text patch and put him on a secure

line. I'm no expert, but I don't think
trading yourself for a hostage is a

proper police procedure.

Jesse, do you think I want to do this?

I don't got any time. He's going to kill
that cop.

All right, what's to stop him from
killing you?

Jesse, please, just call my dad.

Jesse, I'll get back to you.

Eventually.

I'm sorry, Dr. Swann. I'm still
having...

problem here.

Are you supposed to be our computer
expert, Mr. Rogan? This is hard to act

We'll get into them, I promise.

Although, what are the odds that this
man is patient?

Well, Steve's got a hunch. I think so do
I.

Okay,

we've got four snipers in place. All
they need is a clear shot.

Just maneuver them to the front door or
window.

We'll come to that.

What, are you going to try and save this
guy?

And the hostages.

And your partner.

Real heroes.

Steve? I'm here, Dad.

Just like you thought.

Your Mr. Blair is under treatment here
at Community General.

Chemotherapy for lung cancer.

He's terminal?

Steve, this man has nothing to lose.

Maybe I can convince him otherwise.

No arguments. You're meeting the doctor
in there.

You're not going in until I've got the
situation under control.

All right, we'll work out the details
later.

All right.

When I say so, not a second before.

Justin, it's Steve Flo.

Hands high.

Shut the door.

Turn around. Turn around.

I'm not armed, Justin.

Yeah, right.

You're my friend.

You wouldn't let anything hurt your new
pal.

Yeah, I won't kid you about the pal
part, Justin.

But I am here to help you.

So, I can trust you?

You're on my side?

Somebody has to be, considering what
you're going through.

I know how sick you are, Justin.

I went past sick a long time ago.

I'm a walking dead man.

Is it going to help if all these people
die too?

I don't care about these people.

And I don't give a damn about you.

Justin.

You and your wife.

Do you have any kids?

Justin, there are four snipers out
there.

I'm supposed to get you over by the
window so they can... so they can take

out.

So, Nate, TV crew's ready to go live
when it happens.

Is that how you want to say goodbye to
your family?

You really want your children to see
that?

I have control of the weapons.

Send in Dr. Travis. Thank God.

Tell me something, Justin.

That man over there, you knew him,
didn't you?

I mean, you met him before today, right?

Read him his rights and get him out of
here.

What do you mean I can't talk to him?
The man's involved in a criminal

conspiracy. He's also in a dissociative
state.

And what does that mean exactly?

Well, it means that your Mr. Blair has
imploded, psychologically speaking.

Which means he's probably not speaking
at all, right? He suffered a complete

mental breakdown. There's no telling
when or if it'll ever pass.

Terrific. Three law -abiding citizens
suddenly start committing murders.

One takes himself out, another's lawyer
won't let him talk, and now this.

Well, Steve, at least you caught them.
Yeah, but I still don't know why they

what they did.

They were all terminally ill, but none
of them were destitute.

Yeah, fortunately, they all had
insurance benefits.

Well, maybe they treated murders.

I mean, all three were patients here at
Community General.

Yeah, and each one of them could have
been killing someone for one of the

others. There's no connection between
any of the victims and the killers.

All right, what about a cult angle?

What if there's some bogus messiah who
is commanding them to kill?

Jesse, sometimes you scare me.

Wait a minute, that's not such a bad
idea.

That's what scares me.

Cults and terrorists have an agenda.

There's a reason for doing what they're
doing. There doesn't seem to be any

reason. Well, then there has to be
another connection. There is.

Nick Owen, Richard Frost, and Justin
Blair all have the same admissions

Sure, I admit about three of these guys.

Then you don't deny knowing.

I wouldn't deny knowing any of our
terminal patients.

That's my job, I admit, almost all of
them.

Dallas has special training dealing with
terminal patients.

Yeah, these people, a lot of the time,
they can barely cope.

They need somebody to guide them, right,
Doctor? Hmm.

Donna, we apologize for all the
questions, but there's been three

already. There's a chance other people
could die if we don't solve them.

Well, you're right about one thing. I'm
the only one who's had contact with all

of them.

Donna, this code by their names, I don't
recognize that. You know what that

means? I'm not sure.

Let me try to find out.

What it means is these patients'
insurance claims aren't being processed

billing like everybody else.

They've all been routed to the same
person in administration.

Which person?

The genius that put together this whole
system.

That new computer guy.

Absolutely. I agree. Medical
confidentiality, it's crucial.

Now that's why I was so careful to make
our new software secure.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

Because someone with unlimited access to
those patient files could wind up over

control.

I don't quite follow you.

Well, think about it.

Terminal patients, for instance.

You know, they're usually desperate.

Insurance benefits running out.

Life savings spent.

Think how easy it would be for someone
to coerce them.

You, for instance.

Only questions now are, why'd you do it,
and for whom?

Well, what other why is there,
Lieutenant?

Why?

And as far as the whom, very
grammatical, Lieutenant, not until I get

from the DA.

Let me guess.

No first -degree murder, no death
penalty.

And no maximum security, no pelican bet.

If you make me happy, I'll give you what
you want.

The names of the people who actually
paid for those murders?

Well, they are the ones that bear the
ultimate responsibility, right?

You really think we can't put that
together ourselves in a few days?

What if I told you you don't have a few
days?

There's another murder in the works.

In about two hours.

Are you just willing to sit here and let
it happen?

Well, it won't be on my conscience.

I don't have one.

How about you, Doctor?

Less than an hour and a half.

You know, I hate to say this to you
guys, but I think we should have taken

Rogan's deal.

Even if we wanted to, we can't trust
that guy.

You see, it's up to us to uncover the
identity of anybody in this hospital

Rogan's recruited.

Unfortunately, Rogan has locked all that
information up in our new computer.

I thought these guys all had insurance.

According to this, it exhausted their
benefits.

No, that can't be. I checked. They all
had full benefits.

You know, their original policies have
expired, but somehow they're all still

covered.

By the same company, right?

Yeah, Montana Mutual. I never heard of
them. That must be a new outfit.

Of Rogan's. I'm willing to bet you
anything the Montana Mutual is his

Rogan paid off his killers with payments
routed to a phony insurance company.

That's what he did.

That should be very easy to find.

Ha ha.

What? Ha ha. There are seven patients in
this hospital covered by Montana

Mutual. And they're all terminally ill.

I assume that list contains our three
killers. Yeah, and four more potential

killers. One of whom is scheduled to
commit murder in less than 85 minutes.

The question is, which one?

Let's check out these others.

Very good, Lieutenant.

I see you found one of my clients.

More than one, actually.

Really?

Huh.

And with a half hour to spare.

Too bad he's not the right one.

How many are left, I wonder?

We'll get him. Of course you will. All
this manpower that you have, how could

you fail?

Whoops.

I'm forgetting, you only have a half
hour unless you cut a deal with me.

I die first.

It won't be you, Lieutenant.

It'll be some poor, innocent woman.

If you're so concerned, why don't you
give me your name?

Hmm, I'm sorry.

I, uh, I don't remember.

Maybe it's the stress of facing that
lethal injection.

But I, uh, can tell you a little bit
about the, uh, victim.

She's a hard worker. She's a devoted
mother. She's a regular churchgoer. I

you'll like her. Well, maybe you could
introduce us.

What a pity that her husband finds her
so dull in the bedroom.

I honestly think that, uh...

That's the only reason he found a new
woman, one that he would kill to be

Only he's not the one that's going to be
doing the killing.

Yes, but I think it will weigh heavily
on his conscience. You know, alimony,

it's a terrible burden, but guilt,
that's far worse, don't you think?

I'm not the one that's got something to
feel guilty about.

Don't you?

When they peel that poor woman off the
wheels of that bus, won't you feel just

little tinged knowing you could have
saved her life, huh?

We'll get your killer.

It's a big city, Lieutenant.

I mean, even if I told you my client was
going to commit his murder somewhere on

Ventura Boulevard, how long do you think
it would take you to find him?

Is that where it's going to happen?

Ventura Boulevard?

Sunset, Santa Monica, or Western, or
maybe not even a bus. I mean, the stress

just... Killing my memory.

Deal, Lieutenant.

You have 25 minutes.

And I'm not going to waste any more of
it on you.

Get him out of here.

Wait a minute. This is not a smart thing
to do, Lieutenant. I am your only hope.

I sure hope you're wrong.

Dad, see how'd you do?

So far, we've picked up two of them.
Well, I can rule out another one for

Mr. Haywood's in ICU in a coma.

Well, that still leaves one possible
killer.

Troy Griffin.

His whereabouts, unfortunately, are
still unknown.

I do remember you and I watching his
apartment, at least. Well, let's hope he

gets there inside the next half hour.

Mark, I think we got him. I mean, Troy
Griffin. We tracked down his wife, and

she said that Griffin was having a
business meeting at Del Florio's

In less than half an hour.

Get that, Steve. I'm on my way.

Grip it.

Drop the knife.

You don't really want to do this, do
you, Grip?

Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.

Right.

Captain Newman says hello.

Hope he's in a good mood.

He should be. Paul Kirkpatrick just beat
it up.

Did he admit to hiring Rogan to arrange
his wife's murder? For her life

insurance. Turns out poor Paul had some
heavy financial problems.

He must really be disappointed if he
gets shot by his own hitman and ends up

prison. Along with the guy who paid for
Tabon's death.

What was his story?

He and Vaughn were partners in a bent
real estate scheme. When things started

falling apart, Vaughn decided to turn
state's evidence.

So his partner decided he had to go.

Along with Maxwell Hudson's partner.

Hudson? Yeah, he's the guy that was
killed in the travel agency, which turns

to be the front for a big smuggling
operation. So his partner wanted the

operation for himself.

Now he's headed for Folsom, along with
the rest of Rogan's clients as soon as

catch up with them. You know...

This could be a little more involved
than we think. It turns out that Rogan

been going from hospital to hospital for
years, brokering murders.

Without ever getting caught.

We've been very careful. One here, a
couple there, never enough to attract

attention. Pretty clever, too.

Using terminally ill patients that are
likely to die before the police can ever

track them down.

The sad thing is he practically pushed
them into it with this offer of free

medical benefits.

And a cash death benefit for the family.

You can almost understand why they did
it.

Ha! Got it!

Are you still in trouble with that
mouse? Oh, no, not anymore.

Not since Mr.

Rogan left.

Now, the mouse is my friend. I can zip
along from patient history to

and personnel.

Guys, what's going on? It's all right.
You can get the lights back on, can't

you? Yes, I can get the lights back on.

Oops.

Does anyone know where the fuse box is?

Hey,

who's that?