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Dr. Sloan! Dr. Sloan? Dr. Sloan, are you there?

Leave me alone. You know he goes to work at 8 o'clock.

Dr. Sloan, don't touch me! Shut up!

If you ever try this again, you're not gonna

need a doctor, you're gonna need an undertaker.

You all right? I'm fine.

I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else.

Oh, that thing is a menace. Are you kidding? That's safer than walking.

You mean safer than walking around here.

Jesse, would you have a word with this man who refuses to give up his dangerous toy?

A man's gotta have fun. That's exactly right.

Besides, it's the same as a car, it's no more nor

less dangerous than the person behind the wheel.

Uh-huh. If you'll excuse me, I have to go on my rounds.

Children. You're all just very tall children.

Well, maybe not all of you.

Oh!

Mark, don't worry.

I'm not the sort of person that's going to say, I told you so.

You don't know how much I appreciate that.

It's probably just a sprain.

No, I think it's broken.

Let's get him, uh, to radiology.

Sorry.

Let's go, we're gonna get some x-rays.

Like I said, it all depends on who's at the wheel, you know?

Yeah, yeah.

How you feeling?

I'm rotten.

Yeah, well, a broken leg's a broken leg.

Oh, well, you're just a fount of wisdom this morning.

I was trying to cheer you up.

You know, the things you don't realize until you become a patient?

These mattresses are like cement slabs.

And these pillows, it's like they're full of gravel or something.

How is the leg itself feeling?

Broken.

Good morning.

Time we tied on the old feed bag.

Hope your tummy's hungry today.

And doesn't that look simply scrumptious?

Oh, yeah, perhaps it would if I spent the last ten years on Devil's Island.

Ooh, we're a little grumpy, aren't we?

We?

Unless you have a broken leg, there's no we in here.

Ooh.

You doctors are all alike.

You know, there's another cliché that we ought to bury.

They say the doctors are bad patients.

I'm a very good patient.

It doesn't mean that I'm gonna close my eyes

to the shortcomings around this hospital.

What, do you have to be Houdini to open one of these things?

Here, here, let me, let me, let me, let me.

Later, Mark.

Get your rest.

It's just ridiculous the way they seal these things.

As if they're supposed to stand up to a nuclear blast.

Well, I guess the good news is, short of a nuclear blast, the day can't get any worse.

Oh, before I forget, Dr. Benjamin said it's time to schedule your annual colonoscopy.

What are you doing?

You know you're not allowed in patient records?

Shut down the computer.

Would you like to check my father out?

Name?

Mark Sloan.

I'm sorry, there's no Mark Sloan here.

What's Dr. Mark Sloan?

There's no Dr. Mark Sloan either.

How can that be? He works here.

Not according to our computer.

Oh, that's funny. I have an office on the

second floor, southwest corner. You can go look.

That's simply not possible.

Well, maybe your computer's having a kind of a senior moment.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Dr. Sloan.

I thought you'd look familiar, but...

Sudi.

Beg pardon?

Believe me, Dr. Sloan, when I find out who is

responsible for this, and I will, heads will roll.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Boy, isn't it a beautiful day?

Yeah.

Carefully you don't get a rep as a dirty old man.

It just so happens I am shooting a scene of the entire passing panorama.

Panorama like that, you can sell tickets.

Listen, Dad, there's something I need to talk to you about.

You know?

What, are you expecting somebody?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I, uh, thought it'd be a good idea if you had some home care assistance.

Oh, Dr. Baloney, I'll be fine.

Especially with the long hours I've been working.

Look, I am so happy to get out of that hospital and away from Nurse Sudi there.

And I'll be just fine.

So I, uh, went to the agency and I interviewed some people.

Well, you could just send them right back where

they came from, because I don't need anybody.

Dad?

Yeah.

Nurse Sudi.

Oh, isn't this my lucky day?

My mother always said, every dark cloud has a silver lining.

What are you doing here?

What happened to your job at the community general?

I was terminated.

You were fired.

She's the one that lost you in the computer system?

It was an honest mistake, really.

I was going through your records.

Well, I, I like to, you know, know everything I can about my patients.

Well, as they're checking out?

Well, you kept me so busy.

I hadn't had a chance any sooner, and that awful Mrs. Trubnick.

Oh, she just got me all rattled.

I accidentally pushed the delete button.

When were you going through my records?

What on earth did you want to find?

Well, for instance, did you have someone at home, a wife, say, to look out for you?

Otherwise, I was going to suggest you consider hiring a home care professional.

And here she is.

Yes!

Isn't it extraordinary how these things work out?

Oh, and that awful Mrs. Trubnick.

Tried to convince me you wanted me fired, but I knew that couldn't possibly be true.

You're too much of a gentleman.

Oh, that coffee's the worst thing for you.

Let me make you a nice cup of tea.

All right.

Here we go.

Get her out of here.

I can't.

If you don't, I will.

I don't think you want to.

Why not?

She was threatening to sue community general for wrongful termination.

Ageism?

Ageism?

Her incompetence hasn't had anything to do with her age.

She promised if I hired her, she'd drop the suit.

Water's on.

Oh, I must say, Dr. Stone, you have a very nice home.

Thank you.

Yes.

Isn't it amazing how much more they pay you doctors than they pay us nurses?

Well... Not that I object.

No.

When you realize how often doctors marry their

nurses, well, I figure it all bounces out in the end.

Right?

Absolutely.

This affinity of doctors for their nurses.

Oh.

I mean, who?

Who could have more in common?

Who could better understand the stress with which each must constantly cope?

Call me a goony bird, but somehow I'm getting a very strong feeling of kismet.

Well, I can see I'm leaving on good hands.

We'll talk later.

Let's just stay warm out here.

All right?

Harriet, come on in.

Brought you some chicken soup.

Oh, you shouldn't have, but I love that chicken soup.

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, uh... Oh, Harriet, this is, uh, Sudie, my nurse.

Sudie, this is, uh, Harriet Flemlin, my neighbor.

Mrs. Flemlin?

Mrs. Flemlin, Carl Flemlin's wife.

Oh.

Huh.

Sit down, Harriet.

How's the leg?

Oh, she's doing okay.

And the nurse?

Oh, don't ask.

So, how's the rehearsal coming for the Malibu musical?

Great.

Just great.

Hard work?

A little bit.

Want to sing one?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Okay, how about, uh... You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Sorry.

See ya.

Thanks for this too, Harriet.

What is that awful racket?

That is my new neighbor.

Have you tried calling them to complain?

Well, I've called a few times to see what good it's done.

Have you tried calling the police?

Well, I don't want to call the police.

I like to get along with my neighbors.

Back home.

We have a name for people liking you.

Good neighbors?

Wussons.

We don't throw rocks in Malibu.

Too many glass houses.

Be careful.

Here, let me help you.

Oh.

I can either be careful or let you help me, Siri.

Oh!

Hey, what's it gonna take to keep you away?

Barbed wire?

It's about your music.

What, what?

Not loud enough?

As a matter of fact, it's so loud, I'm afraid it's gonna break my chandelier.

And I'm worried about the crystal sailfish at

the top of the stairs of the china cabinet,

not to mention the baccarat buffalo and the master bath.

Hey, I'm counting to ten and you better be off my property or I'm calling my lawyers.

Calvin, please.

Well, look, normally I wouldn't even be home this time.

But maybe you can see I broke my leg.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Maybe we can turn the stereo down, at least until Dr. Slump's got to speak.

Hey, hey, hey.

Look, no busybody's gonna tell me how loud I can play my music in my own house.

Oh!

Why do you have to be so rude to people?

What, are you taking his side now?

What, what, you got a thing for old guys?

Calvin, why do you have to treat people like that?

What does it get you?

It gets me my own way.

And so long as I pay the bills around here, what I say goes.

You use money like it's a weapon.

Why else have it?

It's the ultimate weapon.

You can beat people to death with it.

And not only doesn't it leave any marks, but no one ever presses charges.

It's all about control for you, isn't it?

You're sick.

I'm leaving you.

And what?

You heard me!

Okay?

I've had enough of this nightmare.

You're not going anywhere unless I say so.

A woman like that just makes me want to puke.

Why?

She didn't do anything.

She was trying to be friendly.

If a woman like that didn't take up with a man like that,

a man like that would shape up in a hurry.

I've always said that machismo in English just means showing off for the ladies.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

No, maybe about it.

I've never seen the attraction myself.

I go for the quiet, sensitive sort.

A man like you, Dr. Sloan.

Yeah.

The kind who doesn't need muscles.

Huge shoulders and big hairy chest.

That's more my cup of tea.

Thank you, Judy, I think.

The smile of an angel.

The eyes of a devil.

I bet you've cut a wide swath with the ladies.

No, not so wide, Judy.

It's not very much of a swath at all, really.

Oh.

A man who kisses and doesn't tell.

Well, you're a rare find.

Mark.

You know, I wish I knew what to do about that Mr. Laird over there.

I keep thinking I've seen that smarmy face somewhere.

Well, you probably have if you watch any late-night television.

It's hard to miss all those infamers.

Calvin Laird.

He's the one with those stupid exercise videos.

That man has done more to ruin TV than laugh

tracks and full house reruns put together.

That's the one.

Calvin, size your way into a brand new body in

three short months to double your money back.

Ugh.

Can you picture that jerk giving back a plugged nickel?

Bet if you read the small print you'll discover you have

to wait until February 30th for those checks to go out.

Steve! Steve, come here!

What's the matter? Look.

What?

Right out there.

What am I looking at?

That guy Laird. He came out with a duffel bag in that boat of his.

You sure it was Laird?

Well, 99% sure.

And what? You're convinced, uh, there was a body in the bag?

99% convinced.

So, there's a guy, uh, maybe our noisy neighbor,

going out to sea with a bag that might contain a body.

Yeah, I'm almost positive I saw a foot sticking out of there.

Let me know if you see any sea serpents.

Steve?

Steve?

He's back.

Look.

Looks like he was just fishing.

Using a duffel bag for bait.

Hey, the pictures, did you get them developed?

No, I'm heading over to the one-hour photo right now.

Good. You'll see.

There's the fisherman.

The old lady.

Natty gentleman.

Natty.

And there's the starlet.

No Gerald Ol' Neen. Just as I predicted.

You sure you're not just overreacting to this guy being a rotten neighbor?

Jesse, I know the difference between a pest and a murderer.

Well, why can you be so sure, Mark? You didn't actually see a body.

I have seen enough body bags in my time to know one when I see one.

And what's more, I know who the victim is.

That nice Miss Baxter?

Yes.

Who?

Laird's girlfriend.

I've been looking for her. She has not been jogging this morning.

And I know why.

Maybe she slept through her alone.

No. Not a chance. No.

These people are like clockwork, my regulars.

Your regulars?

Yeah, there's the older lady out there.

And the fancy dressed gentleman who would like to meet him as too shy to speak.

The fisherman who does away with two six-packs before 10 a.m.

And the bikini girl.

And Geraldine Baxter.

Late Geraldine Baxter.

Hey.

There you go.

Oh, good.

Now you're gonna see what I'm talking about.

The mist was too bad.

You can barely make out the man, let alone the bag.

Oh, I know what I saw.

Yeah, between the lack of sleep and the pain

pills, you can't be too certain of anything.

He's right. These photos are useless.

Oh, I wouldn't say that. Some of these are very good.

They're very artistic.

Reminiscent of the French impressionists.

Yeah, I feel like fog.

Boy.

Just what Geraldine had jogged by and proved me wrong.

Dad?

What are you doing out here?

Listen.

What?

No music.

Dad.

And he's pulled his curtains.

Well, maybe he doesn't want to see you.

You don't think it's a coincidence that Mr. Laird dumps a duffel

bag in the ocean and his live-in girlfriend has disappeared?

You're not gonna give me a moment's peace, are you?

Well, we're the only ones that know about this.

If we don't take it into us, who's going to?

I don't know anything.

Well, you're a police detective, aren't you?

Why, go find out.

I, uh, can't let this stuff dry up.

Who'd you say you were again?

Steve Sloan.

Lieutenant Steve Sloan.

I live next door.

Oh, you're the annoying guy, son?

I've been called worse.

You're a cop.

I'm with the LAPD.

Well, let's see.

Uh, it's not the music.

It's not on.

What's your father's complaint this time?

You, uh, painting the place?

That's his complaint?

Does Geraldine Baxter live here?

Yes.

May I speak with her?

She's not here.

She said she went to the Getty Museum.

When do you expect her?

I don't know. When she gets back, she gets back.

So you don't expect her?

I expect her. I'm just not holding dinner.

Should I tell her you called?

Please do.

Uh, by the way...

You didn't happen to toss anything in the ocean this morning, did you?

Who are you? Columbo?

What, you get me for littering?

No, Lieutenant.

I did not throw something in the ocean this morning or any morning.

When you go back and you report to your old man,

you tell him he better keep his nose out of my business.

Or else.

Or else?

You care to be a little more specific, Mr. Laird?

I leave the details to my lawyers.

That figures.

Well, he doesn't strike me as the handyman type.

He was the kind of guy that would hire somebody to do stuff for him

and then yell at him for not doing it perfectly.

Well, he's no Ozzie Nelson, but for all the tough talk,

I'm not sure I'd buy him as a cold-blooded killer.

Dr. Sun, I hate to disagree with you,

but I think it's much more likely that the young

woman simply came to her senses and took off.

Well, then what about the house painting?

What about it?

Why is the dollars to know unless the man never picked up a paintbrush till today?

Since when is painting a crime?

Have they gone and made wallpapering a felony?

Is laying linoleum now a capital of pence?

Well, guess I'll go cook dinner unless cooking is now illegal.

Steve, if it takes 50 years, you're gonna

pay for inviting that woman into this house.

I assume eating is still allowed.

Have you heard about the search warrant?

It's not gonna happen.

Even an old drunk like Judge Harry Cooperman

isn't gonna grant a search warrant on such flimsy evidence.

It's not even evidence, really. It's more like a hunch.

Your father's hunches aren't like regular hunches.

It's more like he knows something. He just hasn't gotten around approving it yet.

Yeah. He got the instincts of a street cop.

And a first-rate diagnostician.

What do you think? You think that exercise meister really killed his girlfriend?

Maybe I'm prejudiced. He's the kind of other guys loathe at first sight.

I mean, is that good-looking?

Not good-looking. Arrogant.

Uh-huh.

Good potato salad. You couldn't have made this.

Uh-huh.

Mark, it's coming along fine.

For long, we'll be able to go out dancing together.

Well, so much for the good news.

The bad news is that Steve can't get a warrant to his first lawyer's house.

Well, I'm not surprised, Mark. You know.

Well, I know. It's just my word.

Fortunately, I have an alternate plan.

So, how did Architectural Monthly hear about my place?

We're photographing all of the houses on the beach.

It's part of our homes-by-the-shore issue.

And you've worked there how long?

Five years, but I've only been editor for two.

Jesse here, our photographer, has been with us since last June.

I'm the one who convinced them to go to videotape.

See, we go around, we tape the entire house for the editorial board,

then they decide which room they're gonna use for the layout.

Oh, yeah?

I know a little something about video myself.

So we've heard.

We've figured anybody who surrounds himself with

such beautiful women must live in a beautiful house.

Personally, if I lived here, I probably would never wanna leave.

Well, that could be arranged.

Fresh paint?

Yeah.

You're painting the house?

Well, just this room.

See, it gets the most sun, and the walls were really faded.

You do very good work.

That's all I've been told.

Speaking of which, you, uh, wanna check out the bedroom?

Hey!

Steve!

Steve, come here!

Five hundred homes for sale.

I have to buy one right next door to the salon.

Even if we weren't neighbors, I'm afraid you'd have to explain this.

Santa Claus got mugged?

It was filled with Geraldine Baxter's belongings.

I want an explanation.

You have one?

Sure.

I lied.

I did litter.

I threw Geraldine's stuff in the ocean, so sue me.

You're gonna have to do better than that.

Where is Miss Baxter?

Your guess is as good as mine.

How do you explain throwing away her belongings?

She left, so I tossed her stuff out.

You never did anything like that?

Why'd you and Miss Baxter break up?

It was a lot of different stuff.

But the final straw, she told me, was how I treated your father.

She said I was rude and patronizing.

You love that?

He comes over and bugs me.

The next thing you know, she tells me I'm being rude.

So I said something back.

Then she said something.

Then I said something.

Next thing you know, she's walking out the front door.

Without her things.

She said I should pack up her stuff and leave it outside.

Come to think of it, that's exactly what I did.

Why'd you deny throwing the bag in the ocean?

Why'd you tell me she went to the Getty?

Why would I want to talk about it if I didn't have to?

Where do you think she is?

Wherever the fishing's good.

I'm sure Jerry's got her lines out right now, trolling for sugar daddies.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

For now.

If Larry catches us here, he's gonna recognize us.

Well, they say he hardly ever comes by anymore, and

even if he does, big deal, we're not breaking the law.

I still think we should have worn disguises.

Like what?

Excuse me.

The agency sent you over?

Yes.

Finally, some fresh blood.

Very pretty, cute body.

She'll do.

Oh my God, Yvonne.

He's perfect.

The body's good.

Well, I do try to keep myself in shape.

But there's something amiss here.

Maybe it's the hair.

Something wrong with my hair?

No, it's not the hair.

Oh, see?

It's the face.

The face?

Yeah, it's too cute.

Too cute.

Yeah, we're looking for a schloopy kind of guy.

Comic relief, and you're much too cute to be that. Sorry.

Nice disguise.

One, two, make the turn. Feel the burn.

Three, four, let it strain. Feel the pain. One, two.

Say what you will about the man. He's done lovely things with his art deco lighting.

Oh, look at that version rock.

Oh, it wouldn't surprise me one little bit if it cost him $30,000.

I just love that candlestick on the mantel.

Oh.

That's it.

That is it.

That's what's been bothering me.

You don't like it? I think it's lovely.

Well, it's just lovely, but can you explain to me how Laird dropped that

in the ocean two days ago, and it appears back on his mantle yesterday?

You're right.

It was in the duffel bag.

So what kind of a guy is he?

What can I say? He's your typical male, only a little more so.

And what does that mean?

You know, he takes advantage of who he is to hit on the models and dancers.

When men like that get into a business like

this, I always think the money is secondary.

Is that how we met Geraldine?

You know Jerry?

Only slightly, but enough to wonder why she'd move in with a man like Laird.

I know what you mean. She's a real softy.

I tried to warn her that with Calvin, he plays

strictly by his rules, or you don't play at all.

Jerry plays for keeps.

He plays for trophies.

Well, I take it you didn't play with him.

Frankly, I thought about it, but I don't

want to get into anything I can't get out of.

And from what I hear, Calvin figures only he gets to decide when it's over.

Hey, what is she doing here? Mr. Laird?

What's wrong?

Uh, the agency center.

No, no, no. The hell they did.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

What were you doing snooping around my house?

I better be going.

No, you're not going anywhere. I'll tell you, sir.

Come back here! Get back! Let me go! Let me go!

You idiots!

You're both fired!

The man was a complete control freak. I thought he was gonna kill me.

If he barely knows you. Imagine how he reacted when

Geraldine Baxter told him she'd had enough of him.

My dad found something on your video.

The same time I was in a duffel bag, a certain

brass candlestick was sitting on Mr. Laird's mantle.

It's like a game of clue. He killed her in the study with a candlestick.

Obviously, Mr. Laird put the second duffel bag in the water

once he discovered my dad had seen him dispose of the first one.

All I had to do was make sure the second duffel bag

would wash up on the beach where it could be found.

I can't wait to see that snake explain how a

candlestick can be in two places at the same time.

You and me both. I phoned him, but he wasn't home.

And just where do you think you're going?

I'm going to pay a call on our neighbor.

Yeah, well, he's not home.

I know that.

Out of my way?

Why is it so important you go there? You're supposed to

be convalescing, not tramping all over the neighborhood.

Laird painted a room to hide a murder.

I don't care how careful he was. He left a clue somewhere.

What kind of clue?

Well, Wooden would assume that some blood was spilled.

And knowing that forensics can come up with almost anything these

days, he figured that soap and water didn't get it clean enough.

Fine. Just wait and report all this to your son.

Well, would you please step aside?

If you insist on risking life and limb, then, as your

health care professional, I insist on coming along.

Thus dooming this endeavor to certain disaster.

I repeat, as your health care professional... All right, then. Have it your way.

You're fired.

Okay?

Now you're not my health care professional anymore, are you?

Mr. Laird?

I have a very large bone to pick with you.

What do you want?

I wish to lodge a complaint, Mr. Laird.

As a longtime viewer of your commercials, I can't help

noticing that you employ only the young and the gorgeous.

Good name for a soap opera.

Well, I can assure you, Mr. Laird, that you may find

this a laughing matter, but I doubt if the FCC know.

I'm selling exercise videos for crying out loud.

Who do you think I should hire? A bunch of lardos?

I think you should look to your competition.

That nice boy, Richard Simmons, has all kinds of different people on his videos.

Some young, some old, some fat, some not so fat.

Let's just say we're going after different markets.

Obviously.

He's going after people who wish to improve their health.

While you simply pander to voyeur.

Voyeur?

As a healthcare professional, Mr. Laird, I think I know

the difference between exercise videos and pornography.

Look, lady, just leave me alone, will you?

I think you should call your tapes sexercise videos,

and I think you should be ashamed of yourself.

Fine. Call the FCC.

However, don't blame me if they come after you with butterfly nets.

Better butterfly nets than handcuffs.

You forgot about the candlestick, didn't you?

What candlestick?

Oh, the magical one that manages to be in two places at one time.

No matter how clever you murderers think you are, you inevitably slip up.

What are you talking about?

I suppose that's for Dr. Sloan and the police to know, and you to find out.

And by that time, it won't matter how many duffel bags you pull out of your hat.

I don't know how many times people have

contemplated killing you just to shut you up.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, Mr. Laird.

Thank you, Sudie.

It was a close one.

Yes, I'd say it was.

It's funny how men always seem to think that

they can do everything better on their own.

That's not so.

Oh.

Oh, it's not just you, Dr. Sloan.

It's the entire male species.

I just don't want to put you in any danger.

No, that's what you say.

But the fact is, men think women are generally superfluous.

I myself blame the Bible.

What's the Bible got to do with it?

You may have noticed that while God went to the bother

of creating Adam, Eve was no more than an afterthought.

A P.S., as it were, a mere footnote, if you will.

Well, Sudie, on behalf of God and the entire

male gender, may I offer you my apologies.

You may.

But what about my job?

Apparently it slipped your mind, but you fired me.

Okay, it goes without saying.

I want you to stay.

Thank you.

But tell me something, Dr. Sloan.

What?

How is it that so often it's the good things,

the kind things, that have to go without saying?

Well, I'll go start supper.

Would you care to explain how this could have been on your

mantle at the same time it was floating around in the Pacific?

Surely you've heard of matching candlesticks, Lieutenant.

We bought these for each other on our one month anniversary.

I'm afraid that was Geraldine's you found in the duffel bag.

I don't believe you.

Well, that's your prerogative.

Hell, I still don't believe George W.

carried Florida, but I learned to live with it.

You went out and bought a duplicate.

Gee, you know, if I were half as clever as you think I am, wouldn't I be rich?

Wait a second.

I am?

It must be my driver.

You taking a trip?

Gee, you don't miss a thing, do you?

Where are you going?

With your amazing gift for crime fiction, Lieutenant, why don't you tell me?

Where would the murder suspect go if you were writing the story?

Paris? London?

Mars?

Lock up, won't you?

So it's full in the coop.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

Forensics didn't find anything incriminating on the paint roller.

We even struck out with a candlestick.

Well, that's baloney.

I mean, people just don't break up matching candlesticks.

Isn't that right?

Oh, right.

Then tell me where it came from.

I mean, Laird's no mind reader.

There's no way he could know what we found on Jesse's video.

Well, there is one way.

And it wasn't exactly guesswork.

No.

I was frantic.

He was gonna find you in his house.

I had to come up with something fast.

I opened my mouth and it was the first thing that came out.

And now, he's gotten away.

All because of me.

No, no, it's all right, Sudie.

It's all right.

I knew you'd understand.

Yvonne.

Gee, I never thought you'd come back after what happened last time.

Even after you left, Laird just kept ranting.

Lucky for you, he's not around today.

What did you do to him?

It's a long story, but I knew he was going out of town.

Do you happen to know where?

Rio.

As in Rio de Janeiro?

Yeah.

He said he heard about this hot new exercise gimmick down there,

called samba-sizing.

You don't just sweat it off.

You shake it off.

Cool, huh?

Very cool.

You do know what Brazil's famous for, don't you?

Coffee.

No extradition treaty with the United States.

Oh.

Coffee was a very good answer.

Very good.

Thank you.

It's a good answer.

Coffee.

Steve!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire at the Laird!

Call 911.

Sudi, you stay here.

Not on your life!

My father was a fireman!

Let's go!

Yes.

I'd like to report a fire at 12487 Pacific Ridge Drive.

That's right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

He's not in right now.

If you care to leave a message...

You started that fire?

Now, you see the trouble you've put me to?

You know, it's hard to believe that someone like you...

...could ruin everything for someone like me.

If only you could've broken your neck instead of your leg.

Ah well.

Better late than never.

Steve!

Good work, folks.

But we'll take it from here.

Thank you.

Is there anybody inside?

No, the owner's away.

Go ahead and advance the line.

All right!

Now I know why my dad enjoyed his work so much.

Oh, I must look aside.

Oh!

Judy, you look fine.

Oh.

Looks like somebody's been a busy boy.

Looks like they're coming along, rebuilding the Laird House.

Can you imagine he started that fire just as a distraction so it could kill me?

The maniac could've burned down all of Malibu.

On the other hand, if he hadn't been more concerned in getting

you than was saving himself, we might never have caught him.

That's true. He could've been samba-sizing in Brazil by now.

Well, at least now he's gonna pay for killing Geraldine Baxter.

Mark?

Sudie!

I-I thought you were back working at Community General.

It was sweet of you to go to bat for me, but working here,

with you, I found that I actually preferred home care.

Oh, really?

Yes, and so, when I found out that your neighbor, Mr. Flemlin, had broken his hip.

Oh, you're-you're working the next door, huh?

Yes. Isn't that wonderful?

So for the foreseeable future, I will be just 20 yards away.

But don't you be a stranger!

Mark.

Steve, could I have a word with you, please?