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What do we got?

African -American male, early 50s,
abdominal wound caused by a sharp

You got an ID?

Yeah, Roger Callender.

Roger Callender, the defense attorney?

A lot of cops will be celebrating
tonight.

BP's dropping systolic and down to 90.

We need more volume.

I'm not going to make it, am I?

You're doing great.

I've been cutting the gut.

Sir, just let us do our job.

I have to tell you something before you
lose me. You're not going to lose you.

You have to tell people, promise me.

I can't take this to the grave.

How much more do you think he needs? I
called OR and told them to let us know

soon as they're ready. Just give them as
much as we can, though, then.

Anybody specifically I should notify,
Mr. Callender?

The press.

His lines aren't any great, but his
pulse is really thready. I killed a man.

You hear me?

I killed a man. I want everybody to
know.

I killed... He's coding!

Mr. Kellner?

Dr. Sloan?

Where are your minions?

Excuse me? Don't you see any doctors,
trail students, wherever you go?

No, I'm not making rounds.

I wanted to ask you a question about
something that bothered me three days

in the ER.

Yes? That wound there on your forearm.

You mean this?

Yeah, that is a nasty bite.

A nasty beast.

Now, this happened before the stabbing,
didn't it? About a week ago.

Were you able to identify the animal?
Never saw it before or after.

Clearly a canine, all right. Large
mouth.

Coyote, maybe.

Dog.

Did you provoke him in any way?

Absolutely not.

You would have been better if you had.

Sometimes an unprovoked animal attack
can really be trouble.

I was out driving, just driving. Dog
leapt out right in front of me.

Had to brake so hard I nearly wrecked
the car. When I got out to see if the

beast was okay, it did this to me.

Yeah, back to life.

No good deed goes unpunished.

You really believe that?

Absolutely.

I see here that you had started a series
of rabies shots already.

The day I was bitten. Believe me,
doctor, I don't need loose ends

It's funny you should say that.

I have a question about a loose end
concerning your case.

Am I going to need more surgery? Oh, no.
No, you're recovering remarkably.

We're still a little worried about
infection. That's why we have all the

equipment.

So what's the problem, then?

Something you said when you were rushed
in here, and you were very insistent

about it.

I wonder if you remember what it was.

No.

You said you killed a man.

Was I on drugs at the time?

Painkillers, yeah.

I've had many such confessions thrown
out of court.

It's amazing the fantasies that drugs
can induce.

So you didn't kill anybody?

No, that's not exactly true.

I've killed.

Who? A Vietnam doctor.

I was special forces.

He was a lerp. Hmm?

Long -range reconnaissance patrol.

In fact, he got a silver medal.

Just might be like he said.

Some kind of a flashback?

Well, people on the edge of death have
been known to snap back to their most

stressful situation.

Well, Roger Callender wasn't just
confessing. He sounded almost proud of

Not my favorite kind of soldier, but I
have known men who notched their guns.

What do you know about this guy?

There are those who say he's the best
defense attorney in the city.

What do you think?

I'm not particularly fond of lawyers who
rip cops apart on the stand.

Specialist. Look, Dad, a lot of guys
have gotten away with murder because of

Roger Callender, but that doesn't make
him a killer.

What I heard was a dying declaration. He
was telling the truth.

Maybe, but without a victim, I wouldn't
even know where to look.

How about going through the open cases?

Well, that's a great idea. There's only
about 1 ,600 of them. If I get started

right away, I might finish by summer.

1 ,600?

Yeah, give or take. How many years do
you want to go back?

Well, you're right, anyway. This could
have been last week or ten years ago.

See what I mean?

What about the guy who stabbed Roger?

Well, that would be Caleb McKay. No
mystery there.

My only regret is that I didn't kill the
son of a bitch.

Why? My sister was Lori Wilkins.

Hasn't Scott and Lori Wilkins?

Oh, you had a horrible case.

I'm so sorry, losing your sister and her
children.

Take a seat. I didn't lose them.

They were taken from me by Scott
Wilkins, and only 12 people in the world

believe it to be true. The jury?

Because of that great defense attorney,
Roger Callender.

Scott didn't kill his family. Some
intruder did. The one our man did it.

Roger must have been very persuasive.
You know, if someone did that to my

sister, I'd go after the man that killed
her. Now his attorney.

Believe me, if I could have killed
Scott, I would have done it in an

What stopped you?

He ran away to Costa Rica.

Man can't show his face in America.

That's some comfort.

Small comfort.

We've got one man bragging about
stabbing and his victim crowing about

somebody else.

It's kind of sad when you think about
it.

Roger Callender dies, Kayla McCaig is
going to spend the rest of his life in

jail. And we're not one step closer to
knowing who Roger killed.

I want you to report any discomfort, any
pain, no matter how small.

I'm a tough guy.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

Look, in your case, even a minor
infection can turn into peritonitis. So,

sign of trouble, you get someone in
here.

Anything else?

I wasn't going to bring this up.

What? A so -called confession?

No, actually, um...

You don't remember me, but we've met
before.

Where? In court.

I was eight years old. You defended my
father on a murder charge.

How did I do?

Pretty well, considering you had a
guilty man for a client.

You pled the case down to manslaughter.

Well, sometimes that's the best you can
manage.

Because of you, my father got a second
chance.

You made him promise to do something to
pay back society when he got out.

This must have been back in my
idealistic days when I was still with

defender's office.

It worked, Mr. Callender. My father
counsels released felons. He credits you

with everything.

Well, even in my salad days, I was a
damn good lawyer.

And you haven't even asked his name.

Yes. Dr. Mark Sloan, I was on duty when
your husband was brought into emergency.

And they say doctors don't make house
calls.

Actually, I was surprised not to meet
you at the hospital.

Not as surprised as I was when Roger
announced he wanted a divorce.

Oh, I see.

I didn't.

See it coming.

Not for a minute.

Two weeks ago, Roger took off for the
weekend, and when he came home, he

announced that he wanted to change his
life.

Translation from a male, change his
wife.

Cardenian? Why, thank you.

Had he done that kind of thing before?

Get a divorce?

No, taking the weekend for himself.

Two, three times a year.

Oh, it's not what you're thinking.

Why, no, I didn't mean to apply.

Well, it's a common assumption.

A man takes off by himself, everyone
assumes a mistress.

Well, I try never to assume anything.

Good, because Roger was never that
predictable.

He really liked a change of scene when
he had a difficult case to ponder.

So few people appreciate solitude these
days.

And solitude is exactly what he was
after.

Years ago, I made the mistake of tagging
along on one of those thinking trips.

I never did that again.

So it didn't bother you two weekends ago
when he took off?

That's what makes it so hard.

Mrs. Callender, forgive me for asking
this, but when Roger came home from that

weekend, did he show any signs of having
been in a struggle?

Yes, he had gotten bitten by a dog.

Yeah, well, I saw the bite on his arm. I
was thinking in terms of other signs of

the struggle.

Why?

Well, when he came into surgery, he
claimed that he'd killed a man.

And then after he came out of surgery,
he denied it.

You know which is true?

Well,

Roger...

plays his cards close to the desk. So I
gathered.

But I can tell you this much.

If there's something Roger doesn't want
you to know, you're never going to find

out.

May I? Sure.

Yeah, it's nice.

Why do people do that anymore?

You didn't have to come.

I know.

I always loved those flowers.

I know.

Not that I ever told you.

I know, Roger.

I know what happened that weekend. You
went away.

I know who you killed.

Oh, I get it.

Dr. Sloan came to see you. He hasn't a
clue.

But I do.

All of a sudden, it made sense.

Speculation. Don't talk to me like a
lawyer. I am a lawyer. Not that weekend

weren't. Is this some form of marital
blackmail?

Do you really think that little of me?

What do you want?

To stay married.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

It's really the best thing to do.

Look, I have no desire for a nasty
divorce.

I intend to be scrupulously fair.

When it comes to that, we'll talk.

But right now, it's important we stay
married.

For your sake, Roger.

Think about it.

You want to preserve the spousal
privilege?

I'm surprised you hadn't thought of that
yourself.

Well, I didn't think it would do me any
good.

A wife can't be forced to testify, but a
willing wife...

I can say anything she chooses. And I
choose not to be forced.

I can't believe you'd be willing to
protect me after what I've done.

I'm furious you left me, Roger.

I really am.

But after I realize who you killed, I'd
protect you the way a lioness does her

cubs.

Dr. Sloan? I hope you'll forgive the
intrusion.

I was so inspired by your gardenias
yesterday when I bought this for myself.

Then I got it home and I realized I'm no
good with plants. They die on me.

I thought maybe you could find a proper
home for us. I'm impressed.

Most men barely notice flowers, much
less know their names.

Well, you told me yesterday.

Then I noticed you brought Roger's son
to hospital.

Well, that explains the gift.

Well, you inspired me.

The way the Athenians inspired the
Trojans and gave them a horse?

Well, there's no warriors in there, I
promise you.

Except for you.

Well, I never really thought of myself
as a warrior.

Don't sell yourself short. You're every
bit of a warrior that my husband is.

You just use different techniques.

Is that a compliment or a criticism?

The way I'm feeling these days, a little
of both.

Confused?

Very.

Yeah, me too.

I keep thinking about that dog bite.

What about it?

Well, this sounds a little strange, I
know, but do you think it could have any

connection with Roger's decision to
change his life?

The house on the left, a new trophy
wife.

On the right, I just don't love you
anymore. Across the street, I discovered

gay, but a dog bite?

Yeah, I know. It doesn't make any sense.

I just have this feeling about it.

Well, I have a feeling, too.

Tell me.

You're trying to get me to say something
that's going to harm my husband.

I just want the truth.

Dr. Sloan, Roger and I may be estranged,
but we're still married.

And I'm not going to say anything that
will hurt him.

And I hope this doesn't sound too
forward, but I don't think Roger

remarkable woman he married.

Why do you say that?

Because if he did, he would have never
left.

I've been Roger Callender's doctor for
the last, oh, I don't know, 20 years,

never, not once, ever did I realize he
had his capacity for pain.

You mean when he came in and bought the
dog bite, he wasn't complaining?

The man is a walking contradiction.

Now, I am an American, Chicago -born.

What does that have to do with it?

It's a quote. Saul Bellow, The
Adventures of Augie March. It's a great

Is there a dog in it? No, there's cold
in it.

Bone -chilling Chicago cold.

I'm sorry, I don't get the connection.

Roger is a local boy.

Now, I know that you California folks
have a whole different meaning for the

word chill. Yeah, I suppose we do. Never
in my 20 years have I seen a man

walking around Beverly Hills with two
layers of silk underwear on. Now, what

does that tell you?

Well, you're his doctor. What's your
opinion?

Roger is hypersensitive to cold. I'm
telling you, doctor, that dog bit

two layers of fabric. I had to remove
silk strands from the wound.

That sounds pretty nasty. Yeah, that's
my point.

I don't have to tell you that if you
leave a wound unattended for several

it begins to exhibit arrhythmia outside
the area of the laceration.

Roger did?

Exhibit redness? He must have been
walking around like that for hours.

I'm telling you.

If I had a dog bite that bad, I would
get myself to the nearest emergency

like a hellhound on my trail.

Robert Johnson.

Oh, the blues singer, yeah.

If I remember the song right, though,
the dog never did catch up with him, did

he? If you believe the legend, the devil
did.

Oh, that's right.

On a lonely crossroad in the middle of
nowhere.

I wonder where Roger got bit.

On the left forearm.

Well, I was thinking more in terms of a
location where it's cold.

Oh, you mean Chicago or Aspen or
Montevideo?

Yeah, that would explain the winter
underwear anyway.

Yeah, one thing that all those places
have in common, an emergency room.

Why didn't he just go to the nearest
one?

Yeah, yeah, that's a $64 ,000 question.

American television in the 50s.

Prices have gone up since then.

I already checked with the airlines.

No record of us taking a flight.

No record with Amtrak either.

Well, you don't need any ID to take a
train.

No, but you need a reservation for long
distance, crap.

No record there either.

Which needs a car.

Brand new.

Looks like Roger didn't think small.

You know, I just read in the New York
Times that you're three times as likely

kill somebody in one of these than a
regular car.

If you're thinking hit and run.

Well, you shouldn't dismiss the
possibility.

I went and checked. There are no
outstanding unattended car accidents in

County.

You know, he left on Friday and came
back on Sunday.

We shouldn't limit ourselves to the
county, either.

Why don't you check the outside for
damage and I'll search inside.

Good idea.

If I could just find a map or a hotel
bill, gas

receipt.

You know, I just bet he went to the
mountains, but...

Where?

Some place with some serious snow.

Come on, Dad, you can't know that.

Any snow that caught up in a wheel well
would have long melted by now.

Dad, what are you looking at?

Fresh dents, the kind made by snow
chains.

So if we check the weather reports from
the weekend...

And then see whether there was
significant snowfall within driving

.A. You'll have a pretty good idea where
Roger spent his last weekend.

I'm hard -pressed to believe that a
small -town banker can be of much help

the L .A .P .D.

I know this is a long shot, but Big
Bear's the only place that got snow this

weekend. And you figure the man you're
looking for stopped at an ATM for cash?

Well, certainly a possibility.

Glad to keep your ATM surveillance
photos.

We want automated banking to be a safe
and secure experience.

I pulled the mails for the dates you
requested. Thank you.

Well, would you look at this.

Scott Wilkins?

You're looking for Scott Wilkins?

I am now.

Tell me some good news. Tell me you're
going to try him again.

I can't. Jury verdict is final.

Scott Wilkins is innocent.

Sure is, and I'll give you a line of
unsecured credit.

Pretty dog.

This can be mean, though.

You know him?

Mr. Wilkins is a customer. He has a
cabin up here, not that anybody here

to serve him, especially since he got
Wolfie.

Wolfie's the dog?

Yeah, Mr.

Wilkins obviously knows how the people
around here feel about him.

Get too close to Wilkins, Wolfie gets an
attitude.

Did you hear that Scott Wilkins is back
in the country? Of course. Scott called

me from Costa Rica.

About some business we had to discuss.

He told me he was driving up to Big Bear
to check on his house.

Really? You didn't by any chance to go
up there and see him, did you? No, I

didn't see him at all.

How come?

He's a client, not a friend.

There's no reason for me to see him.

What kind of a business did you two have
to discuss?

His bill.

Oh, I thought that Scott got the
insurance from his wife's death.

Oh, that didn't begin to cover my face.

Oh, yeah, that's right. You pointed that
out to the jury. Lack of motive.

Well, it's quite a story.

An innocent man comes home to find his
entire family slaughtered. In the depth

of his grief, he's reviled before the
entire world.

Put on trial.

But in the end, justice triumphs.

Sounds like a good movie.

Book first, movie later.

Are you negotiating the rights? If I had
represented Sam Shepard, he would have

gotten the cut of that series. Sam
Shepard was convicted.

He didn't have me as his attorney.

This is the last time you saw Scott. Did
he have the dog with him? Scott wanted

to get a dog to keep the world at bay.
He got one.

Was he kind of a Malamute wolf mix with
you? I'm not a dog person.

The dog that bit you didn't happen to
look anything like a wolf, did he?

Doctor, all I saw was a large mouth, a
strong jaw, and sharp teeth.

Must have hurt like hell when he bit
you.

I've survived worse.

That's right. That's right.

Well, I don't know how it works in the
big city, but up here, folks come and go

as they please.

But no one actually saw Wilkins leave,
Big Bear?

Mr. Wilkins doesn't exactly advertise
his coming and going.

I take it he's not your most popular
citizen.

No offense, detective, but most folks in
my jurisdiction don't understand how

you fail to get a conviction.

Your folks and everybody else.

You work that case?

Thank heaven for small favors.

How come the sudden interest?

I caught the guy that stabbed Wilkins'
lawyer.

Oh, yeah, the brother -in -law.

Caleb McCain?

There's the man folks up here admire.

You can take a look around. My boys have
been through and through it. I'll sign

him a struggle.

Any sign of the dog?

Wolfie? I assume he's with Scott. Dog
usually goes with its master.

Uh -huh.

That is Scott's car out there, isn't it?

Well, that vehicle is the reason we're
having this conversation.

I know for a fact Mr. Wilkins drove
himself up here, had that car serviced

locally, same day as he made that
withdrawal.

He checked the odometer.

Well, dang, now why didn't I think of
that?

If I'd have checked that odometer, I
might have found that Mr. Scott Wilkins

only drove himself eight miles after
service.

If I'd have thought of that, I might
have known it was only two miles from

service station to the cabin.

That leaves six miles unaccounted for.

Sorry.

Of course, he might not have been the
one doing that six miles drive.

Three miles up.

Three miles back.

That leaves a three -mile radius in
which to search.

They teach math real good up here.

I really am sorry. I know you are.

I just can't help myself at times.

Bad habit.

Kind of like leaving...

Dirty laundry lying around.

You ever go hunting with bloodhounds?

Got

bookings,

I presume?

Yeah, bloodhounds do love dirty laundry.

The repair shop said Scott Wilkins
picked up his car Friday afternoon.

Was the local coroner able to establish
the time of death?

They believe he was killed on Saturday,
but because of the cold weather, there's

some possibility Scott was killed late
Friday night.

What about the cabin?

The only recent fingerprints were
Scott's.

Did you ever find Scott's dog?

It was banished.

You might ask Sheriff O 'Hara if it's
not too much trouble to dig around that

grave a little bit.

The man is very thorough.

Already did that.

Wolfie was not buried next to his
master.

What about footprints around the cabin,
dog or human? Well, the weekend of the

murder, they were covered with snow,
which has since melted.

Taking the evidence with it.

And you said you didn't find any
evidence of blood around Scott's car.

His neck was snapped.

Killer was clean, efficient, and more
than likely trained in hand -to -hand

combat.

Just like Roger Callender.

Oh, Detective Sloan, there you are. Hey.

Sheriff Buck O 'Hara, my father, Dr.
Mark Sloan. Oh, this is an honor. Oh,

not that special.

Well, the Goomans never toot their own
horn.

Of course, up where I live, I don't get
as much practice in homicide as you two

fellas. But when I found out that Caleb
McCade had been in my jurisdiction on

the last day that Scott Wilkins was seen
alive, well, I took two, and I added

two, and I came up with a burning desire
to ask Mr. McCade some questions.

Caleb McCade was in Big Bear?

He was asking directions to Wilkins'
cabin.

You think Caleb killed Scott?

Barely had means, motive, opportunity,
and no scruples about murder.

To put it that way, I've got a few
questions myself.

My name is Jamie Barkin. I'm with the
Public Defender's Office.

I'm here to represent Mr.

Caleb McCraig. McCraig.

There's no R, it's Scott.

I'll do the talking, please. You can
whisper any corrections to me. I'm here

represent Mr. Caleb McCraig. Capital M,
lowercase C. Is this your first murder

case? No.

I mean outside of moot court.

We'd just like to clear up a few
details.

My client has a constitutional right to
remain silent. We know he was in Big

Bear the weekend of the murder. Not the
weekend.

I drove back to L .A. Friday night. Not
a word.

Counselor, that answer would tend to
exonerate your client.

I'll determine that.

Now, when did this alleged murder take
place?

Sometime between 10 p .m. on Friday and
6 p .m. on Saturday, the last weekend of

last month.

That settles it. Please. I was at the
USC -UCLA game on Saturday.

30 people saw me. You want a list?

Yes. That list will be made available to
me, as will the results of any

interviews between my client and between
the... between my client and the...

What are you doing?

Just checking.

I thought so.

I am not wet behind the ears.

When was the last time you checked?

Sheriff, if you are trying to undermine
confidence between attorney and client,

then I suggest... Can you practice up my
way, Counselor?

I'm with the Los Angeles County Public
Defender's Office.

So you represent Mr. McCaig here and the
attempted murder of Mr. Roger Callum.

And I am fully prepared to challenge any
incriminating statements... Counselor,

I'm on a petition to court to have your
client removed to Big Bear in connection

with the murder of Scott Wilkins.

Now, I don't have your vast legal
experience, but up country way...

The murder charge trumps an attempted
murder any day of the week.

No, it doesn't make sense.

Well, actually, it makes perfect sense.
Caleb McKay thought that Scott Wilkins

killed his sister. But if Caleb killed
Scott, why would he stab me?

Rid the world of two evils, maybe? Well,
I'm just trying to get inside his

brain. Well, let's do exactly that.
Let's get inside Caleb's brain.

Now, he stabbed me in broad daylight. He
confessed.

If he killed Scott, he'd be shouting it
from the rooftops. Yeah, he'd want the

world to know. Absolutely.

Well, when you confessed the murder, you
wanted me to bring it in the press.

You don't believe Caleb killed Scott
anymore, do you?

Honestly, I think there's a real
possibility Caleb's going to pay for

crime. No, no jury would ever convict
him.

Well, I wouldn't be too sure of that,
you know, especially if the real killer

isn't apprehended.

They never found the intruder who killed
Lori Wilkins.

Because there wasn't one.

He still voted not guilty.

Well, Caleb won't have you as his
lawyer.

He should.

You know, if he did, his lawyer would
not be able to call the one person who

could prove his innocence.

You? Now, what possible motive would I
have for killing Scott Wilkins?

That's what I can't figure out. In fact,
I had a good reason not to kill him.

What's that?

His death would be against my financial
interests.

With my client dead, there's no book
deal.

Well, money's not the only motive for
murder.

As I understand it, you don't need a
motive to prove murder.

Well, it just means an opportunity.

Can you place me at Big Bear, Dr. Sloan?

Not yet.

But you had means for the murder. That's
something Caleb didn't have.

Explain. Well, Scott Wilkins was afraid
that somebody was going to kill him.

That's why he got Wolfie.

Now, to snap his neck, the killer would
have to get past the dog.

Well, I doubt Caleb could do that.

But you could.

You were his lawyer.

There's no reason to put the dog between
you and him.

Doctor, doctor, doctor.

Are you forgetting your physiology?

It's hard work to snap a man's neck.

What was the name of that unit you were
with, Long Range? Merp.

Assassins. Soldiers.

Trained in exactly the technique that
you used on Scott Wilkins.

I got a medal for my service.

You're not likely to get one on this
one, not even posthumously.

Of course, I guess that's what you
wanted, wasn't it?

A posthumous medal.

We'll have that waiver now.

Would you get Dr. Sloan up here right
away?

No.

We should be in bed.

I've had it with this hospital and its
staff. I'm pretty sure you're still in

danger of infection and bleeding.

If you'd like another doctor, it can be
arranged.

I have my own physician, thank you.

I want you to understand that this is
against medical advice. I consider this

be life -threatening. And I want you to
understand that I've signed all

necessary legal waivers.

The hospital's off the hook.

Thanks for coming in. Oh, I love it.

I'm not only a veterinarian, I'm a
police consultant.

What do you got?

Can you identify a dog by its bite?

Absolutely. Hey, you bring me a dog,
I'll take an imprint of the teeth and

match it to the bite.

Just like humans.

No two bites exactly the same. We
haven't got the dog.

That makes things much more difficult.

Could this be the dog?

Oh, yeah. He could do this. Part
Malamute, part wolf.

A dog like this is very unpredictable.

I'll tell you one thing for certain.
This dog's bite is much worse than his

bark.

Bethy, I need help.

Bad, isn't it? You should never have
left the hospital.

Jimmy James.

Your father, Jimmy James.

How did you know that?

I'll never forget it.

Just hand it.

He's hemorrhaging. He's going to need
emergency surgery.

Again.

That's the second time I've brought you
back from the dead.

Don't count on it happening again.

I've only got one question.

And I confess this to him, too.

I have a hard question to ask.

Yes.

You don't know what the question is.

Counselor, don't you always say you
never ask a question to which you don't

the answer?

Yes. And that's your answer?

Yes. What's my question?

Can you move back in?

Come home, Roger.

It's what we both want.

Hey, come here.

Sheriff's deputies did another search on
Scott Wilkins' cabin today and

discovered this receipt from Nora's
coffee house.

Now, the receipt is dated 12 .33 p .m.
Saturday.

That indicates that Mr. Wilkins was
still alive when witnesses placed Mr.

in Los Angeles.

As a result, we are releasing Mr. McCaig
from custody and dropping all charges.

This time I'd like to introduce his
attorney, Cedric Watersmith.

Cedric Watersmith.

Didn't you co -counsel with him on that
Maxwell case?

C .W.'s almost as good as my husband.

Just about as expensive, too. I wonder
who's gonna...

Pick up the tab on that one. I am.

Well, that's very generous of you. Well,
it would be a tragedy if Caleb got any

significant jail time.

I don't think I've ever heard a crime
victim say that before.

Well, if C .W. calls me, I'll be saying
it from the stand.

My husband's a changed man, Dr. Sloan.

St. Thomas Aquinas.

Your what?

A gift from my wife.

Fascinating reading.

Yeah.

Interesting bookmark, too.

Laundry receipt.

I found that in my wallet.

Now I do the same thing.

You look around for a bookmark. Exactly.

Seems that's what Scott Wilkins did,
too.

You said it yourself, Dr. Sloan.
Everyone does it.

It's convenient, though, wasn't it?
Sheriff O 'Hara just happened to have

a dated receipt.

Kayla McKay would have never been
exonerated without it. Doctor, would you

comfortable if an innocent man were
punished?

No, no, I wouldn't.

But then I wouldn't feel comfortable if
a guilty man went free, either.

You couldn't bear the thought of an
innocent man being convicted for his

That's the first time I heard of someone
planning evidence to make someone else

look not guilty.

Where did you get that receipt?

Uh, Nora's coffee house. It's on the way
to Big Bear.

You know, Roger must have stopped there
himself.

Well, there's a way to commit the
murder.

You know, if we could find one person
who saw him, one single witness, sounds

like I'd better take a little trip up to
the mountains.

I like a man who likes plain coffee.

Oh, I sell plenty of that fancy stuff
here.

You can't get away with a mop these
days.

But me?

I like coffee.

Plain black coffee.

What about this man?

What is he like?

Oh, that's that attorney.

What's his name?

October and September.

It's a calendar.

Do you remember him coming in here?

I've seen him on television.

Have you seen him in here?

Oh, I remember him.

George Clooney came in here once.

Oh, he's every bit as handsome in person
as he is on screen.

Maybe one of your customers noticed him?

Mr. Clooney? Mr. Callender.

Oh, no one said a word to me.

They all noticed Mr. Clooney.

Here, boy.

You want to eat? You know you do.

Oh, good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy. Yeah, yeah.

Hey there.

Hey there, you pretty thing.

Oh,

good boy.

What a good boy. Yes, you.

I love to be so cute.

I can't be whole myself, but my mother
would kill me.

You're not going to kill anything more
than a little pinprick.

Dr. Heck's going to give you a shot, and
then you're going to go to sleep.

You've got to be brave, okay?

You've got to be brave for me.

Never seen that man.

Just like I never see him.

Well, I've done something to upset you,
Penelope. That's what you haven't done.

And what's that?

I called his office five times.

Five times.

About that dog?

What dog?

The one that's been scaring my kids.

I've been calling and calling and
calling.

I am truly sorry.

Penelope, my deputies will get an earful
about this.

Ma 'am, can you describe this dog?

Well, of course I can describe the dog.
He was in my car.

I'm the one who drove him to the pound.

They say he's hurt so bad they got no
choice but to destroy him.

You know, that dog's not as bad as
people think he is, just because he's

belonging to Scott Wilkins.

Scott Wilkins?

Yeah, I feel bad. I love animals.

That's why they wouldn't work here.

Sometimes you just have to do things
that make you feel sad.

What time are they putting the dogs
down?

Not while they're talking on the phone,
I hope.

Yes, you're beautiful.

Are you crazy, Tim? You're not even
handsome.

I'm talking to the dog.

All right, Timmy, I've got to hang up.

This beast, he's really hurt bad.

We'll have to put him to sleep.

I've seen the stupidest thing I've ever
heard.

Hey, where's Wolfie?

Give me the mountain. Please tell me you
haven't put him down.

We have a witness.

A dog.

We've already got an impression of the
teeth marks.

And it matches your bite exactly.

Your Honor, I have defended many guilty
men. When I defended Scott Wilkins, I

truly believed that he was innocent.

I asked myself the same question that I
asked the jury.

What kind of man would slaughter his own
children just to create a cover story?

Only a monster would do such a thing. A
monster.

I did my job. I got him off.

And then I did what was right.

Some have called me a hero.

That is not how I see myself.

Others believe that I myself have become
a monster. That's their privilege.

I regard myself only as a man.

It is your unenviable task to judge the
appropriate punishment for my actions.

I beg neither mercy nor forgiveness.

I take full responsibility for what I
have done.

And I accept whatever punishment you
deem just.

You know, if Caleb McKay had taken the
law into his own hands, we would have

never known who Roger killed.

He would have gotten away with murder. A
murder that Caleb himself wanted to

commit. But he did take the law into his
own hands. Yep.

And now they're both in jail.

Yep. All because a guilty man went free.

Well, somebody killed your sister. Could
you accept a not guilty verdict?

I know I'm supposed to, but I really
couldn't say for certain. I don't think

of us can.

Follow the evidence on CSI, coming up
next.

Julie Andrews on performing on Golden
Pond Live.

Live television is much more daunting
than live theater. In a theater, if you

get 2 ,000 people watching, that's one
thing. It needs to be 40 million. It is

flattering to the audience at home to
feel that this is being done for them

them alone.

On Golden Pond Live, Sunday on CBS.