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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?