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Hey, Dr. Thorn, what's the problem?

Hi, Hunter.

Well,

I could explain what's wrong, but then
you wouldn't ever learn anything, would

you? What's your diagnosis?

Well, I think there's definitely... Oh,
yeah, there's definitely liver

damage and possibly a leaky heart valve.
But I'm going to guess that the patient

had simply run out of gas.

Well, this thing runs on electricity.

Or not, as the case may be.

Well, thank God I wasn't planning to
specialize in scooters.

Dr. Sloan.

We're missing an EKG monitor and
defibrillator. I've looked everywhere.

Well, I sure hope you don't have to put
out an APB on that EKG.

Well, I'll keep my eye open, Martha.

EKG just can't walk off by itself.

Although I don't know what today's
improvements maybe it can.

I'll keep looking, Dr. Sloan.

What are you doing for the weekend?

Ah, just hitting the books as usual.

You know what they say about all work
and no play.

Keep it up and you'll graduate top of
your class?

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

Go have some fun.

Doctor's orders? Absolutely.

Hey, some questions are better left
unanswered.

I don't agree.

Four and a half minutes, Mac. That's
enough. We've got to bring him back. We

agreed to have him go to full fire.

Start the calcium drip. I know.

Clear. It's not working. Safety lock.

Clear.

Again. Damn it.

Clear.

He's not responding.

Thank God. We killed him.

Clear.

He's... He's alive.

He was out almost five and a half
minutes.

I was so scared.

It was incredible.

You look like you've just seen God.

I feel like I've just been God.

You know, for the last three years,
you've all been learning how to save

Or at least that's what we've been
trying to teach you, so hopefully that's

you've been learning.

Today, I'd like to take a couple of
minutes to just talk about an aspect of

profession that's sometimes given short
shrift.

Fee splitting?

I said an aspect that gets short shrift.
You misheard me. You hear a lot about

bedside manner.

See, there you go.

Right away you get this metal picture of
a gigolo with his stethoscope around

his neck.

But you know bedside men is about
compassion.

Our profession is jam -packed with
really first -rate technicians, but we

have enough of them, especially in
dealing with the terminally ill, our

who feel empathy with their patients.

But how can a doctor help a patient face
up to death when he doesn't really know

what he's talking about?

Well, Max, we all have to face the
unknown, and a person shouldn't have to

it alone.

And I think a doctor can offer hope and
prayer and comfort.

But, Dr. Sloan, people can't even agree
about what constitutes death.

Well, according to law, death occurs
when the brain dies.

That's the definition I can surely
believe.

But it can't be right.

And look at Kleiner over there. He's
still breathing.

Dr. Sloan, how long would you say a
brain could survive without oxygen?

Well, it's generally accepted to be
about... Four minutes, maybe a little

more, but I would never want to cut it
that close myself.

I'm sure it's well over five.

You're sure?

Based on what evidence?

Well, after a bad drug experience, a
friend of mine was apparently dead for

and a half minutes.

Came out of it alive and well.

See you all tomorrow.

Well, if it isn't Casey McGuire, the
greatest pinch hitter in the game.

Mark, how is it the rest of us get baggy
and saggy and you just keep getting

better looking? Clean liver, my friend.

Damn, that's what I was afraid of.

How's it going?

Oh, the usual. I can never find
anything.

That's the one drawback to working as a
temp.

By the time you figure out the regular
pathologist's filing system, they're

and you're gone.

Look, I wanted to come by and ask you to
go to lunch, you free?

Thanks, but I brown -bagged it today.

How about joining me?

I've got more than enough right over
here.

Let's see.

Liverworth, come on right.

Thank you a lot, Casey. I'll take a rain
check. I'll see you after lunch.

I'm going to bring him back.

We had a deal.

You weren't serious.

A promise is a promise. Hunter.

Trust me.

He's going to die.

You already agreed.

No, I thought you were kidding.

Did you?

We are going to spend the next 50 years
saving lives.

This is our one chance to know what it
feels like to take one.

You're out of your mind.

No, Jenny.

Just outside the rules.

Don't fight it, babe.

Revel in it.

It's gotta last you a long time.

Hunter?

Pass your papers here on your way out.

Uh, Hunter?

Can I see you in a minute?

Yeah.

Do you have any idea what happened to
Max Henderson?

He's going to get an F on this
assignment, and it's not like him to

class.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen him
since yesterday morning.

You know, I like Max, but if he cuts one
more time, I'm going to have to give

him a failing grade.

It's not like him just to goof off.

Maybe he's got the flu or something.

I'll run by his place this afternoon.

Thanks, Alex. I appreciate it. Sure
thing.

Steve,

Kederson's been missing for over a day.

I appreciate your concern, Alex, but
it's just not long enough for us to file

missing persons report.

But this isn't just a missing person.
This is a missing medical student.

Meaning what? He's supposed to get
special treatment?

No, it's just that this guy's never even
late for class in over four years. And

all of a sudden, this close to
graduation, he just vanishes.

Well, maybe the pressure got to him.

Max is an absolute workaholic. There's
no way he'd risk flunking out.

Trust me.

All right, Alex. I'll start the
paperwork.

Alex was so persuasive, I had to look
into it.

The last time anybody saw Max Kederson
was late Monday afternoon.

According to his roommate, he didn't
even show up for dinner, which all by

itself is apparently newsworthy.

He checked all the hospitals. Yeah, made
all the calls.

Well, he couldn't have just disappeared
off the face of the earth.

Dr. Sloan.

What's the matter, Casey?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

I wish I'd seen a ghost.

I found that missing student.

He's dead.

Somebody snuck him into the path lab,
put him in a drawer.

My God.

It gets worse.

All the blood's been drained from his
body.

Hunter,

good, come in.

I heard that you'd been asking questions
about Max, and I figured you'd want to

talk to me.

Yes, I do.

Sit down.

I know he was a friend of yours, Hunter.
I'm sorry.

I'm glad you're working on the case.

Since Max was a student here, I know you
won't let his murder fall between the

cracks. Oh, well, my son is the real
detective in a family. But you knew Max.

I figure that makes all the difference.

Did Max say anything to you at all
before he disappeared that might help

to his killer?

Not that I can remember.

Is it true that all the blood?

I think so.

What kind of person would do a thing
like that?

Somebody who wants us to think a vampire
did it?

Well, assuming that we're not looking
for a Cal Dracula or some nut who bays

the moon, I think we have to assume the
killer was trying to hide some evidence.

Something in the blood, you mean?

Mm -hmm.

No poison, no evidence.

That makes sense.

Did Max ever mention any enemies at all?

No, he was such a great guy.

And a fine student, too.

Look, I'm sorry, Dr. Sloan. It's just
beginning to hit me that I'm never going

to see Max again.

Never hear his corny jokes.

Never hear him do his lousy Elvis
impression.

Well, I know what it is to lose a
friend.

I've never lost anybody before.

But I suppose if I'm ever going to be a
doctor, I have to get used to it.

Hunter, I've been a doctor for over 40
years now.

Believe me, you'll never get used to it.

At this point, all I can tell you is the
boy died of cardiac arrest.

I know, I know. In final analysis,
that's what we all die of.

That's it?

There was elevated potassium in his
system.

But sometimes that's a natural
occurrence at the time of death.

So all we know for sure is that Max
Ketterson is dead.

No, we also know he was murdered.

His blood didn't just evaporate. And
whoever bled him definitely knew what he

was doing.

Great. So we've narrowed down a list of
likely suspects. Anybody with a medical

background.

Supernatural ghouls and kosher butchers.

Alert the media and arrest is imminent.

I'll know a lot more when I get the
reports on the tissue and brain samples

submitted for analysis.

I guess there was one little oddity.

There was particles of plaster dust in
Kederson's nostrils.

Why would you do something like that?

Like what?

Like going to talk things over with Dr.
Sloan.

I was Max's best friend.

Don't you think it would be a lot more
suspicious if I had avoided the subject?

A normal person could have a
conversation without offering up

the police solve the murder.

Okay,

I thought you had realized by now that I
am not a normal person.

I actually thought it was part of my
charm.

You know what I mean.

Dr. Sloan isn't stupid, and it's like
you're trying to taunt him.

Sounds like you're scared.

No, don't get me wrong. Scared is a good
thing. It means that your juices are

running. It means that you're alive.

I mean, most people, as Thoreau said,
live lives of quiet desperation.

Do you realize that six billion poor
souls wake up every morning knowing that

that's as jazzed as they are going to
feel all day?

You don't know how everybody feels.

I've always wondered why my parents even
bother going through the motions.

Their lives are so unbearably boring.

Just stop playing games with Dr. Sloan
and the police.

Don't fret, pretty lady.

You know what I'm doing.

I hoped I'd find you here.

Why, what's up?

The police found something.

Dr. Sloan thought you might be
interested.

Gotta have those bricks looked at.

Why are we here?

Oh, well, you know, Dr. McGuire found
some plaster dust in Max's nostrils.

Donned on me this part of the hospital's
under construction and a very likely

source.

Uh, my son, Lieutenant Steve Sloan.
Steve meet Hunter Kaskoff and Jenny

What would Max be doing in here?

We were hoping he could tell us. Well,
why are you so sure he was here?

Well, Max must have been a real
Shaquille O 'Neal when he made his free

We found this just behind that trash
can.

His fingerprints are on it?

I'm afraid so.

Preliminary test turned up a trace of
morphine.

We'd have to know if your friend had had
it.

No way. I'm sure he wasn't.

Until a minute ago, I would have said
not a chance.

I don't believe it. Max never would have
done drugs. He knew the damage they

could do.

Everybody knows the danger, but people
just keep getting hooked.

Even supposedly intelligent people.

Do you have any idea who his supplier
might have been?

And who he might have been doing drugs
with.

Are you suggesting that it was one of
us?

No. I don't do drugs. Do you, Jenny?

Alex? Of course not.

So that's what this is all about.

They've decided that Max was an addict
so that we must be too.

Is that what you think, Dr. Son?

No, no, no. Well, I demand that you test
us all for drugs right now.

But, wait, Hunter... No, no, no. If we
don't get tested, Jenny, there's going

be a black cloud hanging over us for the
rest of our careers.

Well, I have nothing to hide and I
demand to be tested.

Suit yourself.

Jenny.

Gene.

Wait up. This is all you're doing.

Not here.

How could you?

How could I what?

There was only morphine in the syringe
they found. No potassium.

So?

So it's not the one we used. So you
planted it.

You found me out.

Why did you do that?

For fun.

Your idea of fun is playing games with
the police?

Do you want to get caught?

No, of course not.

I want to almost get caught.

Why? For the excitement.

I'm very smart, and they're very stupid.
It's like playing Scrabble against a

child. If I don't give the cops an
occasional hint, where's the thrill?

Perhaps for the fox, just surviving the
chase may be enough, but not for me.

You always intended on killing Max,
didn't you?

Don't go all innocent on me. It's not as
if we didn't talk about it. I thought

you were joking.

Any sane person would have thought that.

I'd stick to that story, babe. It's a
good one. And you've captured just the

right tone of moral outrage.

If you thought I was just clowning
around...

Why didn't you try to save Max when you
had the chance?

I tried to. You tried to.

Hunter, hasn't it thunking yet?

You committed premeditated murder.

Give it a rest, babe.

Your fingers tingled, your heart beat
like a trip hammer, and your brain

like a nuclear plant. I know. I was
there.

So what?

So I'm just saying, it's a little late
in the game for guilt pangs.

Your friend stumbled in about a half
hour ago.

Drunk as a skunk.

Been pouring coffee into her ever since.

I guess she's having a delayed reaction
to Max's death.

Make sure she doesn't drive.

This isn't helping Max, you know.

Nothing can help Max.

He's dead in case you haven't heard the
news.

Well, maybe I better take you home.

It is a school night. Not for Mac.

He doesn't have any tests to take.

Lucky old Mac.

It's time you were going home.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Go away. Don't touch me.

You're making a scene. In the morning,
you'll be embarrassed.

You think you know everything, but you
don't.

See what you made me do?

Shouldn't have taken off my raincoat.

You take me home.

Hi.

Dr. Sloan.

Jenny, I'm sorry to bother you at this
hour. I wanted to catch you before you

got to class.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.

I was thinking of what you said the
other day about this friend of yours who

nearly OD'd.

What about it?

Well, at the time, I thought you were
talking about yourself.

Do you know the way people do when
they're talking about an anonymous

Hunter and I texted clean.

Oh, I know that.

But it just struck me that maybe you
were talking about Max Kederson.

Was he the friend?

Yes, he was.

When I asked you before, you denied
that.

We lied.

We didn't want him written off as just
another junkie.

Good morning, Jenny.

I brought you a peace offering.

You two have a fight? Jenny tried to
drown her grief last night, and things

said that I'm sure we both regret.

What brings you out at the crack of
dawn?

I'm trying to figure out what kind of a
man Max Kederson was.

At 8 o 'clock in the morning?

Well, you say you knew he took drugs,
but you can't think of anyone who would

want to kill him.

No, but I've been thinking.

Let's say you were right.

Let's say a friend of Max's, maybe
someone he did drugs with, drained his

hoping to disguise the cause of death.
Only he wasn't trying to cover up a

murder. He was just trying to protect
Max's reputation.

To spare his parents' feelings, you
mean.

Exactly. Would this friend have a name?

Max had a lot of friends, Dr. Sloan.

Besides, I'm only postulating a theory.
Maybe it's a little far -fetched.

Well, it all depends.

You can't think of anyone who might have
done this.

If Max used drugs, maybe he also dealt
them.

You're saying maybe Max got killed
because of a drug deal gone bad?

I understand. It's been known to happen.

Yeah, but drug dealers usually just
shoot each other. They don't bother to

each other's blood.

I confess. I'm grasping at straws.

But what do you think happened? Oh, I
admit I'm stymied.

I am curious, though.

About what?

Jenny, tell me, how far would you go to
protect someone you loved?

To protect the someone from what?

Oh, say, life imprisonment.

That's a good question, Dr. Sloan.

Just how far would you go?

All the way.

You got a brand new frame for Buster.

What happened to the old one? It get,
uh, busted?

It's terrible.

Sorry.

So did you get anything out of your talk
with Hunter and Jenny?

Uh, mostly bad vibes.

Something very, very odd going on
between those two.

He's a regular Edgar Bergen.

The ventriloquist?

Yeah. I asked her a question, the answer
comes out of his mouth.

You do realize that if whoever was doing
drugs with Max Ketterson hadn't

overlooked that syringe...

We'd still have no idea how he died.

You know, I would get into wonder if it
was just sheer dumb luck we found that

syringe. Somebody's playing games with
us.

Why would the killer intentionally leave
clues laying around?

I don't know. Some kind of gamesmanship.

What are you saying? Someone may have
committed the perfect murder and decided

to give us a sporting chance to solve
it?

Sounds kind of goofy when you put it
that way.

Yes.

Mark, my congratulations.

You were right on the money.

Oh, I've asked Dr. McGuire to do a
vitreous human potassium test on Mr.

There was nearly ten times the normal
level of potassium in his body.

Now we know what stopped his heart.

There wasn't a morphine?

There were only trace amounts.

What about that syringe we found?

Dad, am I looking for Humpty Dumpty or
the White Rabbit?

I've got a feeling we're looking for the
Mad Hatter here.

That's the trouble with being the new
guy. You never have enough time to

out the code.

Oh, sorry, Margaret. Milky shakers.

I just wanted to let you know that EKG
turned up. Oh, good. I knew it would.

Well, that's the good news.

Uh -oh. Uh -oh is right.

Some darn fool nearly ruined it for
good. Somehow got plaster duct in the

Fortunately, Rudy managed to clean it
out. Oh, good. Thank you, Margaret.

Plaster duct.

A cop is one of the owners of the last
place we should be meeting.

You're getting awfully skittish.

Lieutenant Sloan is nowhere around, and
I'm willing to wager that ketchup isn't

bugged.

So relax.

I'm telling you, Hunter, stop playing
your games or I'm not covering for you.

am getting tired of your ultimatums.
What is it this time?

Plaster dust in the EKG?

My God, why don't you just sign a
written confession?

Meaning what?

Meaning... That you have lived more
fully in the past few days than you have

your entire life.

Quit making this out to be something it
isn't.

Fear.

Cheap thrills. That's all this has been.

People smarter than you are... There are
no people smarter than me.

Remember, in the land of the blind, the
one -eyed man is king, and I happen to

have two eyes.

Just leave everything to me, and you'll
have nothing to worry about.

Aren't you the least bit worried about
God?

Why?

We only killed Max.

God kills everybody.

Mrs. Schneider?

Yes. Hello. I'm Alex Martin.

Yes, I know. You're taking over for the
Kedison boy.

May he rest in peace.

I'm one of your practice patients.

Yes, ma 'am.

Max was very nice.

I'll miss him.

So will I.

He's a good friend of mine. Oh, I'm
sorry.

He was so young. But at least now he'll
have all his questions answered.

I beg your pardon?

Always with the questions about dying.

What do you mean?

I almost died a couple of weeks ago. My
heart stopped beating during my surgery.

Really? So I guess if we're speaking
technically, I was dead.

But I guess it wasn't my time, so here I
am.

Anyway, once Max found out about it, he
couldn't ask me enough times. How did I

feel? Did I smell anything?

Could I see myself lying on the
operating table?

Did I notice a white light?

Did God speak to me?

Did God speak to the Dora Schneider?

Sure, like he has nothing better to do.

Mr. Schneider said that Max was always
asking about the afterlife experience.

There's a lot of people like that.
There's an entire cottage industry

the subject.

Yeah, but I mean, it's one thing to have
a natural curiosity about it and

another one to be fixated on it.

You really think Max was experimenting
with near -death experiences?

Convinced of it.

The mixture of potassium and morphine
points to it.

That, in conjunction with a cooling
blanket, would slow down the heart and

the body temperature.

And, of course, the missing EKG cleanses
it.

And I'm convinced that Jenny and Hunter
both were involved in it.

Could it possibly have been an accident,
an experiment gone haywire?

Not with the level of potassium he had
in him.

How do we prove it?

How do you break a chain?

You find the weak link.

Well, in this case, it's not a question
of finding the link. It's a question of

finding the link alone.

Hunter Cascoff.

Yeah?

Just the man I'm looking for.

I'm Dr. McGuire. I'm filling in for Dr.

Bentley.

So... So I've been told you're top dog
in your class, in which case you're the

man I want assisting me.

According to Dr. Bentley, you've got the
makings of a first -rate pathologist.

That's very kind of her.

Well, let's shake a leg.

Even dead people don't like to be kept
waiting.

I'll catch you later, babe.

Okay.

Oh, hi, Jenny.

Just going to have a cup of coffee. Want
to join me?

Sure. I'd love to. Good.

I'm going to set that down for you.

I haven't been sleeping very well
lately.

Guess I'm starting to worry about
finals.

You know, I believe you haven't been
sleeping very well, but I don't think it

has anything to do with finals.

I think it has to do with Max Kederson.

What about Max?

I think that you and Hunter and Max were
doing something you shouldn't have

been. And things got terribly out of
hand.

Like what?

I think you were flatlining.

No.

I'm pretty sure it was Hunter's idea
originally and you two just went along

it. Because, well, Hunter is Hunter. He
can be a powerful influence.

You're wrong.

You know, at first I thought maybe Max's
death was accidental, but then...

I think you would have spoken up before
this if that was the case.

You don't know what you're saying.

Jenny, I now believe that Hunter killed
Max intentionally. For no other reason,

it just felt like it.

No.

I can't lie to you, Jenny.

I think it was Hunter's idea.

But I know that you must have gone along
with it.

You don't know any such thing because it
isn't true.

I also know confession is good for the
soul.

Courts take genuine remorse into
consideration.

I don't think this is something you can
bear to live with.

What do you say?

I think you need professional help, Dr.
Sloan.

Beg pardon? Do you often have these wild
delusions? It could be the early stages

of Alzheimer's.

Are you denying that you and Hunter had
anything to do with Max Kittis' death?

Of course I do. And if you spread this
vicious rumor, my father's an attorney

and he will sue you for every penny you
have.

Jenny, you're making a terrible mistake.

Amanda was absolutely right, Katkoff.
You do have all the makings of a fine

pathologist.

I've been looking for you.

The last time I saw you, you were
opening your girlish heart to the

Dr. Sloan. No, I was afraid I was going
to, but I didn't. That's what I wanted

to tell you.

So you stood up to the clever old Dr.

Sloan, huh?

He's just seen his face, and I told him,
Dad, he's an attorney, and if he kept

harassing me, he'd be facing me in law
school.

That's great, Jenny.

What's wrong with you? I told you, I
made him back off.

I thought you'd be relieved to hear
that.

I am, babe. I really am.

You don't believe me.

Of course I do.

You did it.

This time.

Well, what do you mean by that?

That you won't be able to hold out
forever. If they hound you enough,

crash.

Well, what makes you think they'll even
be here next time?

Because they won't give up. I know them.

Only next time... It won't be the kind
and gentle Dr. Sloan asking the

questions. It'll be the cops.

You taught me not to be afraid.

But the problem is, deep down, you
really think that we did something

That's the difference between us.

As far as I'm concerned, we didn't do
something wrong. We did something.

Period. You're selling me short.

No, I'm not.

It's my fault for trying to make you
into someone you're not.

What's that?

Don't get upset, babe.

It's nothing you can do anything about.

You have your nature, same as I have
mine.

There are two kinds of people. Those who
follow all the posts that sign, yield,

no smoking, stay off the grass, and
those who don't.

You're forgetting.

I'm not an innocent bystander. I was
right there when Max died.

I know.

But that merely makes you a guilty
bystander.

Let me just suggest that should you find
the net closing, you find a

painless way out.

Painless but neat.

Neat?

It's not polite to leave a mess behind.

I was so certain she was going to come
clean.

I'm afraid it's only on Perry Mason
where the criminals conveniently break

and confess.

There has to be some way to tie him to
Max's desk.

We can't even trace the missing
morphine, calcium, and potassium back to

It's a problem with hospitals.

There's almost as many ways to kill
people as there are to save them.

Maybe more.

That's encouraging.

So here we sit, up the creek without a
boat, much less a paddle.

Dr. Sloan.

Oh, yeah, I'll see him in my office.

They're here.

Jenny?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, see you later.

What is it?

There's a couple in my office who'd like
to meet you.

Who are they?

They're Max's parents, the Kettersons.
They were kind of hoping you'd have

with them.

I'm really awfully busy, Dr. Sloan.
Jenny?

They just want to talk about their son.

You know, secondhand memory is better
than nothing.

Sure. I'd love to. Good.

Been looking for you.

Why is that?

Dr. Sloan would like you to contact Max
Kederson's parents at the Blue Sky

Motel. Sure, I'll get right on it.

I think they're leaving this afternoon.

I don't talk to my own parents. Why
would I want to talk to Max's?

Well, it seemed very important to the
Gettersons that they meet all of Max's

friends before they went home.

You met them?

Jenny just finished having lunch with
them.

I'll just leave you.

Typical plot patched by second -rate
lies.

I understand you had lunch with the
Kettersons.

Whatever did you find to talk about? I
don't want to be late for class.

I said, what did you find? We talked
about Max.

He was their only child and they loved
him very much.

But you wouldn't know about things like
that.

Ultimately, you must be true to your own
nature.

Dr. Sloan?

Jenny, I'm glad you came back.

Dr. Sloan, you're not going to believe
this, but EKG is missing again.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

He's staging his own death, isn't he?

Alex, grab the crash cart.

Where could he be?

Did you have any idea? I don't know.
Jenny, you have to tell us. Do you think

want another death on my conscience?

He said if I decided to take the fast
way out, I should keep it painless, but

make it neat.

No muss, no fuss, path lab.

But that's clear over in the north wing.
I know.

That's where he left Max.

That's where he'll be.

I brought my scooter.

It's locked.

I'll get security.

No time.

What do you think they call a nice car?

200 joules.

Clear.

300, Allie.

Clear.

Maybe it's better this way. Hunter could
never have stood being in prison.

It's not about what Hunter won.

Clear.

How will he be?

But he's alive. That's what we're here
for.

It's a miracle Hunter was able to
survive with all his mental faculties

Such as they are.

You know, the irony is, if a jury
convicts him of murder one, his life

been saved from death by one lethal
injection, only to have it ended by

How long of a sentence do you think
Jenny will get?

Well, let's see. The state needs her
testimony to convict Coscoff, an

young woman, and her father's a top
-like criminal attorney.

I wouldn't be surprised if she got off
with a suspended sentence.

Maybe even an apology from the court for
the inconvenience.

Well, you are cynical.

Experience, my boy.

On the other hand, it was all Hunter's
doing.

Are you sure about that?

What do you mean?

I just wonder if Hunter, crazy as he is,
would have murdered Max if he hadn't

been showing off for his girlfriend just
a little bit.

I thought the Kettersons went home
yesterday.

Who? Those people getting on the
elevator. It's Max Ketterson's parents.

Who told you that?

He did.

What's so funny?

Well, that's what I'd like to know.

Weren't those the Keddersons? Those are
the Flamlets.

Who the heck are the Flamlets?

They're our next -door neighbors at the
beach.

You invented the Keddersons?

Max was an orphan. I didn't have much
choice in the matter.

Excuse me.

Do you want me to never play poker with
your old man?

There's more Dick Van Dyke coming right
up. A special bonus diagnosis next.

That day, his talent could make him a
pro.

I'm very proud of you. But his choices
could ruin it all.

If you don't get your act together,
you're going to lose everything.

All new Walker, Texas Ranger.

Then, ever wondered where's a cop when
you need one? I'm instituting a new

shift. You do this and morale will
collapse.

What do you think, the crooks are home
watching their kids?

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