All language subtitles for diagnosis_murder_s07e05_the_flame

Is there a phone?

I don't know. Try a neighbor.

I saw smoke coming out of the garage. I
heard the engine running.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to
figure out that something wrong was

happening.

Well, most people would have kept on
running.

You didn't.

Well, I saw you trying to save him.

Plus, I kind of knew him. He seemed like
such a nice guy. Why would he do this?

And why would anybody do something like
this?

I don't think anybody has the answer to
that.

Did, uh, what's his name?

Uh, Frank Baumgart.

Did he leave a note?

Yeah, on his computer.

Said he was all alone, couldn't go on.

Tell you one thing, he didn't want to be
saved.

You know, could you walk me home?

Do you mind?

Yeah, no. I'm going to walk Betsy home.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks.

See you later.

Hey, Steve.

You found this under the driver's seat.

You check Baumgart's shirt?

He got all his buttons, including the
ones thrown inside.

Well, check his closet, and if he's got
any laundry, check that, too.

Steve, it's a suicide.

We're here. Let's do it right.

All right.

You never look at me like that.

Well, you're married.

Doesn't mean you can't look.

Hey.

Be good to me.

What's it worth to you?

Dinner for two at Barbecue Bob's. Oh,
Barbecue Bob's. What's the second prize?

Never mind, don't tell me.

Say what I've got if you tell me what
you've got.

Frank Baumgart.

Hotshot stockbroker for Parkinson &
Company.

Busted for insider trading.

VA pressed charges.

His firm sued him for two mil, which he
hasn't got.

Oh, and get this. He was taken 60
milligrams of Prozac a day.

Depressed. Yeah, big time. Your turn.

Your disease, Mr. Baumgart, has cherry
-colored mucus membrane.

Indicating carbon monoxide poisoning.

Exactly. I get the blood test results
back tomorrow morning, making it

Sounds like dinner's on me. One small
problem.

Mr. Baumgart has a fresh bruise on the
back of his head. Could it have knocked

him out?

Possibly. Weapon?

Usual blunt instrument.

So someone could have just knocked him
out and then stuck him in the garage.

Sorry, Steve.

And I was so looking forward to dinner.

That's the office and the garage for
Prince. And don't forget the keyboard.

was used to write the suicide note.

No kidding.

Where are you guys going to be? In the
garage looking for a blunt internet.

Well, you jog here every day?

Yeah, just about.

How's the case coming?

Ah, well, not as simple as I'd hoped.

Well, what do you mean?

You think he didn't kill himself?

Well, we're looking into that now.

You mean he was murdered?

That'd be the alternative, yes.

I don't know if this is important or
not, but one time we were talking, Frank

and I, and he mentioned that his ex
-boss was out to get him, that he had

kind of a thing for him.

Did you know him well?

Frank? Well, you know, I mean, I'd stop
and talk to him a couple times.

Could you get someone from sanitation
down here, please?

Oh, wow, look, there's a wrench down
there.

Not for long.

You know anybody else that lives on this
block?

Uh, well, there's a family with a couple
of kids over there, and some actor

lives over there, and, well, back over
there is some producer guy.

Jesse. Hey, did you get the blood panel
on the kid I admitted this morning? No,

I forgot.

You forgot?

Yeah, I forgot. I got busy. I had an
autopsy. I forgot. I'm sorry. No, I put

rush on it. You should have it in a
couple of hours. It's no problem.

It's no problem? Did you say it's no
problem?

No problem. Just get it to me as fast as
you can.

Yeah, since when are you all sweetness
and light?

Did you get the blood sample? I forgot.

What do you got?

Well, I got a bleeding ulcer in curtain
number one, a car accident with a

possible ruptured spleen in two. All in
all, I'd say it's a pretty good day.

What are you in such a good mood about?

Why can't a guy be in a good mood
without everybody quizzing him on it?

I want to admit the ruptured spleen.
Will you take a look at it? Yeah,

the two?

Yeah. Hey, um, I met a girl.

Well, that's nice.

I mean, a maybe important girl.

She's smart. She's pretty. It's like
something happened. You know how you

when something happens?

We're going to have dinner tonight.

Oh, it's a great feeling. It is a great
feeling. The best.

Great feeling.

But it is.

It is impressive what you did. The way
that you handled that. The way that you

tried to save him. It was really
something.

I'm a doctor. It's part of my job.

Wow. Most of the guys that I meet just
spend their time making money and

about how many square feet their house
is.

I have a very small apartment.

But you bring a girl to a very expensive
restaurant.

I have a very small kitchen.

I could just never do what you do.

It's not as hard as it looks.

Do you find that being a doctor
desensitizes you?

To what?

The human body.

Me?

Desensitized?

Stop that. What? I'm checking.

Check the test. I have to test myself.

I'm good.

So, does this little apartment have a
hot plate?

Yes, it does.

Would you like to see it?

I thought you'd never ask.

Who is it?

Los Angeles Police.

Yes? Lieutenant Steve Sloan.

May I come in?

What seems to be the problem?

Is your husband at home?

To be honest, Lieutenant, I wasn't
exactly heartbroken when I heard that

had died.

He worked for you? He had worked for me,
yes. I fired him. And sued him for two

million dollars.

Well, if you know that, then you know
the whole story.

When was the last time you went to Mr.
Baumgart's house?

Well, why would I go over there?

I haven't been over there in about a
year.

Can you explain how your fingerprints
got all over the computer keyboard that

was used to write a suicide note?

Are you saying it wasn't suicide?

No, I think he's being much more
specific than that, dear.

I think I'd better talk with my
attorney.

Why don't you have him join us downtown?

Lydia? I need your help.

How long has it been?

I don't know.

Nine, ten years.

Mark.

It's really nice to see you.

I've missed you.

Lydia, let me ask you a few questions.

How did John's fingerprints get on that
man's computer?

I have no idea.

But John would never kill Frank.

He was having much too much fun watching
him suffer.

He got the D .A. to press criminal
charges against him. He was suing him

million dollars, which he knew Frank
didn't have.

No, he was torturing him and loving
every minute of it.

You shocked?

He can't imagine me being with someone
like him.

Not the Libby I remember.

I love John.

But there is something about him that
scares me.

You always like danger.

That's right.

He's not a bad man.

He's just hurt and angry.

He spent 15 years building up his
company. And Frank destroyed it.

And now no one will trust John with
their money.

Where was your husband early Saturday
morning?

He was at the house with me, of course.

Can you confirm it?

I don't think so.

Isn't my word good enough? Well, you're
his wife.

Prosecutors take a very dim view of
wives' testimony.

Look, Olivia, talk to John.

See if either one of you can remember
someone seeing you, someone in the

neighborhood, talking to somebody on the
phone, anything like that would help.

And look, don't worry.

I'll find out what's going on. I'll call
you.

Thank you.

Just talking to you has made me feel
better.

Oh, I gotta go.

I want to get home before John gets
back.

Sure, yeah.

I know the way quite well.

You know, one good thing has come out of
this mess.

Hmm?

I got to see you again.

What are you doing here?

I lived here.

What are you doing here?

Why don't you just sit down and relax?

Why don't you tell me who she is? I told
you who she is. She's an old friend of

mine. Then how come I never met her?

Look, Dad, I took her husband downtown
in suspicion of murder.

I think I ought to know what your
relationship is.

Well, it's kind of hard to explain.

You remember how I was when your mother
died?

Yeah, you seemed kind of, I don't know,
lost. Yeah.

You know, 27 years and suddenly half my
world is gone.

Is that when you met Livia Parkinson?
Yeah.

She was Livia Randolph. She was single,
available.

Where was I?

Berkeley. You were taking that advanced
course. What was that?

Oh, crime scene technology?

Yeah.

Anyway, I don't know. The first time I
saw Livia, I just... She had long blonde

hair. Brilliant blue eyes.

Funny. And wild.

Wild? You?

No, her.

Oh.

So, uh, what happened?

Uh, I got scared.

I wasn't ready yet, I guess.

You know, I've often wondered what would
have happened if I'd met her a couple

years later, though.

Look, Dad, I'm pretty sure he did this.

Everything points to it.

And I just find it a little odd, her
showing up here asking for help.

Well, why? Her husband's in trouble.

And she knows you have strong feelings
for her.

I just don't want her using you or
taking advantage of you.

That's what's making me nervous.

Well, don't be nervous.

You're going to be fine.

Come on, let's talk about the case in
the morning. I want to watch this fight.

What's he doing on the campus?

Told you he had a glass jaw.

Oh, John, honey, there you are.

Are you okay?

What happened?

Where have you been?

Took a drive.

What happened with the police?

Where did you go?

I don't know. I took a drive. What
difference does it make?

I was just so nervous I couldn't wait
around here anymore.

You're lying to me.

You always lie.

Why are you doing this? Why are you
attacking me?

I've been worried sick about you.

Oh, that's so touching.

Open it.

Open it.

Open it. Look at the pictures, damn it!

You told me it was

over with Frank.

A year ago.

You swore to me it was over.

It was.

You've only had this car for three
weeks.

Don't tell me it was over.

I visited him.

Don't lie to me.

You snuck off to his house just like you
did before.

What did you think? That he cared about
you? That he loved you?

Who do you think sent me these pictures?

Who else could it have been? Your lover.

My good friend, Frank Baumgart.

He didn't give a crap about you.

All he wanted was to hurt me.

It was over.

Mark, I couldn't wait. I came to pick
you up for dinner.

Dad?

Dad, you okay?

I'm fine.

Just, uh, just thinking about something.

I'm going to swing by Barbecue Bob's and
get some takeout for dinner. You want

anything? No, I think I'm going to go by
the Baumgart house on the way home.

I'd like to see the crime scene. Dad,
tell me about the case.

It's simple.

John Parkinson murdered Frank Baumgart
and tried to make it look like a

Boy, I know you have his fingerprints
off the keyboard. What else do you have?

A neighbor saw a Jaguar parked in front
of Frank Baumgart's house the night

before he was found.

John Parkinson has a Jaguar.

And there's a history of violence.

Two years ago, he beat up a guy he
thought was having an affair with his

We also found a wrench in a storm drain
in Nair's house.

No prints, but there was a little blood.

You know, Livia said her husband was
with her all day Saturday.

That's funny. Parkinson didn't say
anything about an alibi.

Maybe he has his reasons.

Tell me something, Dad.

You still have feelings for this woman?

She asked me to help her out. That's
what I want to do.

Well, you can ask Captain Lemery for the
keys, but I think you're wasting your

time.

I'm going to nail this guy to murder,
Dad.

Which pretty much means Livia's going to
be a...

Single, available woman again.

Something to think about.

See you at home.

Just can't get a handle on it.

Steve, it's no big deal.

Oh, really?

Then why didn't he tell me? What's the
big secret?

She sounds like the love of his life.

I got news for you, pal. There's
probably a bunch of others that you

about. Get out of here.

I'll get it.

Barbecue Bob's.

Yeah.

Hey, how you doing?

Yeah.

Well, that'd be great.

Should I pick you up around 7 .30?

Terrific. I'll see you then.

Huh.

Who was that?

That blonde Betsy. Remember the jogger
the other day?

We're having dinner.

This is Restaurant Vert.

We would like to confirm your
reservation at 8 .30 tonight.

Please call us at 555 -7177. Merci.

Saturday, 11 .44 a .m.

Oh, hi.

Listen, this is Alan at Quick Photo.

Your pictures that you wanted are ready.

Saturday, 2 .51 p .m.

Yes, I'd like to speak to Lieutenant
Sloan, please.

Yeah, that's me.

How'd you find me?

You can't even see me.

License plate?

Good. That's good.

You should retire from the force. Make
some good money like me.

Mr. Cavallo, what were you doing at
Frank Baumgart's house?

What do you think?

I was doing a little matrimonial work.

You were following someone?

A blonde.

Pretty good -looking broad.

You ain't telling me who hired you?

The husband.

Who else?

Ah, Dr. Sloan.

Our wife told me all about you.

Your son and I have already met.

Mark, what are you doing here?

They're going to arrest me, Livia.

John, I want you to know I did
everything I could to help.

Well, you forgive me if I don't quite
believe that.

Two weeks ago, you hired a private eye
to follow your wife.

That's a lie.

I did no such thing.

Mr. Parkinson, Anthony Cavallo gave me
these pictures this afternoon.

He says he sent them to you a couple of
days ago.

You signed for it. I didn't hire him.

Well, the point is, you did see the
pictures and you knew your wife was

an affair.

And just like you did eight years ago,
you attacked her lover.

Only this time you decided to kill him.
I'm going to sue you. And I'm going to

sue you and this city.

Mr. Parkinson, I'm placing you under
arrest for the murder of Frank

You're framing me!

Are you in on this, too?

Is that it?

You two want me out of the way?

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

I hope you can both live with this.

I did not do this. I swear it.

I didn't do it.

Mark, is someone here to see you?

Oh, come in.

Thank you, Amanda.

Sit down.

I'm sorry about your work, but I need to
talk to you.

Wish you told me the truth.

I was afraid.

I thought it would be bad for John if I
told you about the affair.

And there's another reason I didn't tell
you.

I was embarrassed.

I didn't want you to think badly of me.

I had an affair with my...

Husband's oldest friend.

And I'm not proud of that, Mark.

When was this?

A year ago.

Maybe more.

John knew about it.

We talked about it. And we worked our
way through it.

The pictures were taken less than two
weeks ago.

Mark, the affair was over.

That was the first time I'd been to
Frank's in months.

He called me. He sounded terrible.

Almost suicidal.

I was worried about him, so I went.

Twice on Monday and I think Wednesday.

So the last time you saw him was a few
days before he died.

Yes, but nothing happened.

You have to believe me.

The question is, what did your husband
believe?

My husband is a jealous man with a
violent temper.

But whatever he believed, he would never
do this.

I know him.

He could never do this.

A little advice?

Tell your lawyer you need a deal.

You'd like that, wouldn't you? I go
away, your old man gets another shot at

wife.

See this button?

We found it on the floor of Frank
Baumgart's car.

You have any idea where it came from?

No, but I'm sure you're going to tell
me.

It's a designer button.

Torn off of this shirt, which we found
in your closet this afternoon. My guess

is it was torn off in a fight between
you and Frank Baumgart.

You're in on this with your old man.

You're framing me.

You're both framing me.

Is John's car?

No, it's mine.

John hit an internet IPO.

Paid so much money in one day, he bought
us both Jags.

That sounds a little bit like you.

Really? Wild, impulsive, generous,
charming.

Is that how you see me?

I would use other words.

Like thoughtless, hurtful, dishonest.

Pretty hard on yourself.

You know, as long as I'm bearing my
soul, there is one other thing you

know.

John's alibi is a lie.

You mean he was not at home with you?

No.

Very early Saturday morning, John got a
message from a client.

Wanted him to meet him in a parking lot
at the beach.

And he went?

Well, recently business has not been
very good.

And it was one of his biggest clients.

But when he got to the lot, no one was
there.

So? John doesn't have an alibi. Never
did.

Mark, I know he didn't do this.

I was trying to protect him.

That's why I lied.

Don't be angry with me, please.

Mark.

Olivia, you've got to stop doing this.

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth.

From now on.

Hey. Oh, hey.

What are you doing here?

To be honest, I was looking for you.

You told me you stopped by here for
water.

Uh -huh.

I was wondering if I was ever going to
see you again.

That's funny. I was thinking the same
thing about you.

Yeah? So why didn't you call?

Why didn't you?

Okay, maybe this is a bit sexist of me,
but, you know, a little chivalry never

hurt. No, chivalry is good.

Okay, let's start over. Okay, you wanted
to see me again.

So why didn't you call?

I had to work Friday.

I couldn't call you.

But I'm here now to see you.

I've never dated a doctor before. Are
they all like you?

Some of them are shorter.

So,

you want to go back to my place and have
some coffee?

Yes, if I can. I'm on in a couple of
hours.

That's plenty of time.

Have you seen Steve anywhere?

No, I haven't seen him since this
morning. What's that?

You know the bruise on the back of
Baumgard's head?

Yeah. I don't think Parkinson could have
done it. He's too tall and the angle of

impact is all wrong.

Why'd you sneak up on me like that?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.
You're disturbing me, man.

Life is disturbing.

Yeah, you're right about that.

You drive a cab in L .A. from midnight
to 8 to see what it's like.

You need a little peace and inner quiet,
my friend.

A moment of sustenance for the soul.

Yeah, that's very wise.

Now, I wanted to ask you to come out
here often.

Every morning that I work.

Well, how about last Saturday? Were you
here last Saturday early?

Who knows, man? Who cares?

It's not of the spirit, you know what I
mean?

Yeah, well, it's kind of important. Can
you remember last Saturday morning?

Life's a blur, my friend.

Yeah, can't argue with that.

Wait a minute. Last Saturday?

I know what happened last Saturday.

That guy, that man in that green jag was
right over there, screaming like a

banshee on his cell phone.

I thought he was going to have a
myofarticle infraction right in front of

Are you sure it was a green jag?

Yeah, the dude was invading my space.

I would remember that. I wouldn't
forget.

Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

Peace, brother. Same to you.

Hey. Hey.

How's it going?

Good.

How was last night?

Fine.

Didn't you take out Betsy last night?

Uh -huh.

What are you, Mr.

Monosyllabic? What happened?

Nothing. And I believe that's two
syllables.

What is nothing?

It's nothing. We went to dinner at the
beach, and then she went home.

Wow.

I guess you're disappointed.

Look, Jeff, I haven't liked anybody this
much in years, but there's a problem.

A huge problem that I'd like to think
about if you'd just leave me alone.

I busted a brother two years ago.

Oh, excuse me?

Three to five for possession with intent
to sell.

I mean, she's divorced, but she's using
her married name.

Then she told me her maiden name, and I
realized I busted her brother.

Wow. Did you tell her?

No, I didn't tell her.

What are you going to do?

Interrupting anything?

No, no, no. What's up?

I need a second opinion.

Who's the patient?

Me.

I got a problem, and I don't know what
to do about it.

Well, that was all of it. Just shoot.

What would happen if you were really
attracted to a woman?

She's smart. She's pretty.

Maybe she's not the most honorable
person in the world, but you know in

heart that this could be something
special.

You know, maybe even important.

Do I know this woman?

I don't think so.

Oh, I'm sorry. Go ahead.

Anyway, the problem is she's seeing
somebody else.

But you have information that could
break up that relationship for good.

Do you leak that information?

If she's less than honorable, why do you
like her so much?

I don't know.

I just do.

Well, I don't know, Jesse. Whatever
you're thinking of doing, I...

Maybe you should see how you feel, you
know, if somebody did it to you.

I know it's a little feeble, but I hope
it helps.

Yeah, I think it does.

I know what I gotta do.

Oh, hi, Mark. Come in.

You sounded so mysterious on the phone.

Something wrong?

Well, I've discovered something. I
wanted to talk to you about it before I

Steve.

About John?

No, it's not about John.

You're scaring me, Mark.

Vivian, a couple of days ago, when you
were at the hospital, your car was

leaking oil.

Two days after Frank Baumgart died,
there was a small puddle of oil in his

driveway.

A neighbor saw a Jaguar in his driveway
on Saturday.

The oil was fresh, and it was still wet.

That tells me it was your car.

You were at Frank Baumgart's house the
night before he died.

You think I killed him?

I think that Steve is probably going to
take you downtown, and you should

consider getting a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

I was there, at Frank's.

You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do have to do this.

He called me. He sounded miserable, so I
went.

But when I knocked on his door, no one
answered.

I never went inside.

Can you prove that?

No, I can't prove it. I was alone.

Maybe that detective was there.

You don't really think I did this, do
you?

Olivia, I've known you for a long time.

You know how much I care about you.

But if you did this, I can't protect
you.

Oh, it's not a problem.

What's wrong?

Maybe we should take a walk.

No, I don't want to take a walk. I want
you to tell me what's wrong.

Betsy,

I like you. I mean, I really like you,
but I can't see anymore.

Why?

Are you involved with someone else?

No.

Actually, I think that you are.

Jess, I went out on a date because you
didn't call.

There's nothing.

I don't know.

Listen, if you want me to choose between
you and someone else, it's not a

problem. I don't want to see anyone
else.

I just want to see you.

Is that what you want to hear?

No, I... I just can't see you anymore.

Could you just explain this to me, then,
please? You at least owe me that.

I'm sorry, I can't.

I wasn't working that Saturday morning.

I wasn't following that woman, and I
wasn't at Baumgart's house. Like I said,

was only hired for three days.

Only three days?

Yeah. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.

I developed the film over the weekend.

Monday, I messengered pockets in the
pictures, and that was it. I was off the

case. How did you get paid?

In cash.

What did your husband look like?

I never saw him. A messenger delivered
the money.

So you don't really know who hired you.

If it wasn't John Parkinson, it was
someone with the same name.

Well, is it possible that it was someone
who wanted you to think you were

working for the husband?

Hey, I got paid.

So I'm happy.

Well, if it looked like a frame, sounds
like a frame, maybe Parkinson's telling

the truth.

His prints were on the keyboard.

You have an explanation for that?

What did your father expect us to find?

He didn't say.

And you're sure this is John Parkinson's
office?

Positive. Why?

Well, because I used super glue to raise
the print on there.

And, you know, take a look.

All of the print on this keyboard are
Frank Bonkard's.

None of them are John Parkinson's?

Not one.

I suppose your dad called us all over
here. I haven't the faintest idea.

I thought you were seeing her.

You're not going to believe what
happened.

She dumped me.

Called me and said she didn't want to
see me anymore.

No explanation, no reason.

I think we just saw the reason.

Sorry.

It's probably for the best. It would
have worked out anyway.

Hey, there were plenty of fish in the
sea, all right?

What do you use for bait?

Well, first I run with the cop thing, of
course. You know, the gun, the badge.

Rugged, yet sensitive.

I know a lot of you

are thinking that I've been trying to
get John convicted.

Well, I'm sure you did, John. Why
wouldn't I?

And so does Steve here.

It was the evidence I uncovered that
convinced him to charge you with the

murder.

And I am sure that you think that
somewhere deep in my subconscious, I was

trying to get rid of John.

Well, I wasn't. I've been trying to
help, and thank heaven, now I can.

I want to prove you're innocent, John,
by showing you how Frank Baumgart died.

Frank was a very depressed man. He was
taking something like 60 milligrams of

Prozac a day.

But Amanda's autopsy showed that he had
stopped taking the drug.

So I'm sure that his depression deepened
considerably.

Then charges were brought against him.
You sued him for $2 million.

And it's my guess that he just couldn't
handle it.

But he wasn't going to die without
taking a little bit of revenge.

So first, when you were at work or out
of town, he convinced Livia to invite

over to the house on some pretext or
another.

And somehow, when she was busy or out of
the house, he tore a button off of one

of your shirts.

Then, although the affair was long over,
he got Livia to come to his house, and

he hired Anthony Cavallo to follow you
for three days.

Cavallo took pictures of you going into
Baumgart's house, and he sent the prints

to John, thinking John was the one who
hired him.

Now, he writes a suicide note, and here
does something I think is really

inspiring. He goes probably at night to
John's office.

Now, everyone in the company used the
same kind of a computer.

He plugs.

his keyboard into your computer and
takes John's keyboard home with him. You

have to understand the changes of this.

Now John's fingerprints are on the
keyboard on Baumgart's computer. That's

incontrovertible evidence that John
typed the suicide note.

Even this morning, Steve still thought
that was the strongest evidence against

you. That son of a bitch.

What else did he do?

Well, he sent you off on that wild goose
chase out to the beach to meet some guy

who never shows up.

And then?

He gets Livia to come to his house
again, knowing that that nosy Parker

neighborhood would be watching.

Now, when Livia leaves,

Baumgart hits himself on the back of the
head with a wrench, wipes the

fingerprints off, and hides it somewhere
where he knows it's going to be found.

Then he takes your shirt button, drops
it on the floor of the car, and starts

the engine.

And dies, probably very happy that he
framed you for murder.

What a sick, sick man.

Well, can I go home now?

Does this mean I'm free?

I'm sorry. You'll have to wait for the D
.A. Call him as soon as I get back to

my office.

But I can do this.

Thank you.

You look beautiful.

I'm a mess.

John left for New York this morning.

You're not going with him?

No. It's over.

We're calling it a trial separation till
we have the courage to end it.

How do you feel about that?

Relieved.

Hopeful.

Mark, have you ever wondered what would
have happened if we met at another time?

Thought has crossed my mind yet.

We had something special.

Something worth having again.

Different time, Livia. Different place.

We're not the same people anymore.

I'm sorry.

I was hoping that we could.