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Hey, Mark, what, are you brown-bagging it today?

It's Dr. Sloan,

and what ever happened to that Marshall workup?

It's, uh... it's right here.

Sloppy. Very, very sloppy.

What are you talking about?

I ran all the tests myself.

I even double-checked them. How could they be sloppy?

I'm sorry. I'm a little edgy today. I apologize.

Good morning, Mark, Jack. Hey.

It is Dr. Sloan, please,

and where in the world

is the Turlington autopsy?

Well, I was taking it to your office.

Amanda, that is sloppy. Slo...?

That is very very sloppy.

I am sorry, Amanda.

I'm a little edgy today,

but gentlemen, this is a hospital.

Lives are at stake.

We can't afford to be... Sloppy?

Yes, exactly.

Jack, what was that all about?

It's Dr. Stewart.

Oh, please!

Good... Hold all my calls.

I don't want to be disturbed.

Morning.

Good morning, Delores.

That's a pretty outfit.

Is that new?

It's as old as the hills.

Well, it's back in style.

Dr. Sloan's office.

I'm sorry, Mr. Briggs, he's unavailable right now.

I'll have him call you as soon as he's free.

Yes, I'll remind him not to park in your space.

You're welcome.

Who was that?

Norman Briggs.

Why didn't you put him through?

I want to talk to him right away.

Get him back.

Mr. Briggs?

Dr. Sloan's returning your call. Hang on, please.

Listen, I want to know...

What's going on?

Sloppy.

They said that my record-keeping was sloppy.

Well, I'm going to show them sloppy.

I have got every single receipt except that one under your foot.

You're being audited?

You guessed it.

Norman, terribly sorry to keep you on hold for so long.

Next time, I'll make an appointment

like a civilized human being.

All right. Hold it right there.

I've been holding.

How much longer do you expect me to wait for you?

How about ten to twenty?

Good-bye, Delores.

Leaving.

What's gotten into you?

The sharp claws of the IRS,

thanks to that accountant you recommended

after my accountant got gallstones last year.

Oh, Ernie Pitt? I hear he's great.

What do you mean, you hear?

I thought he was your accountant.

I do my own taxes.

And I am very proud to pay every penny I owe.

Well, where did you hear of this guy Pitt?

Well, actually, my therapist spoke very highly of him.

Your what? Not that there's anything wrong with me.

Just a few insignificant phobias:

heights, spiders, cheese.

I'm going to stay calm.

I mean, after all,

your therapist, he's not in jail, is he?

Of course not, Mark.

Does this Pitt really do a good job for him?

Pitt is not my therapist's accountant.

He's a patient.

The guy who's doing my taxes is a psychiatric patient.

I hear he's a very good patient.

If there's nothing to worry about, why am I being audited?

Oh, you don't think

they actually look at each return, do you?

You were just picked out of a slush pile of millions.

You want to get that?

What, so that means that

neither you nor I did anything wrong here.

It's just the luck of the draw that I'm being audited.

Oh, exactly.

Pure chance.

So just relax.

Now, I have been through tons of these,

and so far, I am batting 500.

That means you've lost half of them?

I know you're smoking out there.

What do you care?

I'm blowing it outside, aren't I?

You have no idea where these carcinogens are going.

They could be sucked in

by the air-conditioner and blown right in my face.

Chinese food for breakfast.

Well, it works for the Chinese.

Look, my income-tax return here is on the up and up, isn't it?

Oh, sure.

Just the creative accounting you pay me for.

No MSG, right?

Right.

Creative accounting?

Well, yeah. I've got to leave my mark.

Each return that comes out of here

is a reflection of my personality.

I am definitely smelling MSG.

Yeah, take it back.

And while you're out, pick up my laundry.

Mr. Pitt, I'd like you to be in my office at 10:00 a.m. sharp

to explain your creative accounting to the IRS agent.

Nah, I can't get away.

You'll have to come here.

I have a hospital full of patients

who need my attention.

You be there, or it won't be the secondhand smoke

that kills you.

Amanda, we got a problem.

What is it?

It's Mark. Delores just called.

She said there was an emergency

and she needs us right away.

Emergency? In his office.

In his office? Yeah.

You don't think...?

I don't know what to think.

I mean, he's been under a lot of stress lately,

and, uh, you saw the way he was behaving today...

Yeah. "Sloppy, very sloppy," right?

Do me a favor, alert ICU immediately.

Uh, yeah.

Tell them to prepare for a possible cardiac emergency stat.

The same message as before, only this time double.

Mark?

Oh...

Hey, Delores said that you had an emergency?

It is an emergency all right.

There's an IRS agent due here any minute,

and my accountant didn't show up.

There's an Agent McCord here to see you.

Uh, tell him I'll be right with him.

Look, if Pitt isn't here in about five minutes,

you two need me badly in the ER, right?

You got it.

Uh, that'll be all, Doctors.

And remember, I want an explicit report written.

I don't tolerate any sloppiness.

Yes, Doctor.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

McCord, Gretchen. IRS.

Oh. Sloan, Mark. M.D.

May I say you look a little young

to be working for the IRS.

Not to imply, of course,

you're not supremely qualified for the job.

I would imagine any job.

Would you like a job?

Of course not, you have a job. It's a fine one.

There's really no need to be nervous.

Why, I'm not nervous, actually.

Uh, just, uh, poised for action.

You know, in a bustling hospital like that,

you never know when you'll have to drop anything

of a personal nature and go solve

that life-or-death emergency. Mm-hmm.

Although sometimes you can predict it pretty well.

Two more minutes.

I don't know why he's getting himself all worked up.

I have been audited before,

and it's no big deal as long as you're honest

and your record-keeping isn't sloppy.

Well, if he would have followed my example,

he wouldn't be in this mess.

Jack Stewart, are you like me?

Do you keep meticulous records for every deduction?

No. I just don't file a tax return.

You see, I do my part by paying sales tax.

What's it, about eight percent now?

Jack, I can't believe you don't file a...

I'm kidding you.

You know, some people

become quite agitated in these audits.

No. Really?

Yes, so I try to make it clear

that it is not a criminal investigation.

It is merely a simple accounting procedure.

I'm an accountant.

I'm not a police officer.

"You have the right to remain silent.

"Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law."

It's just...

it's just a little IRS humor. Oh.

Just something to break the ice.

I'm melting already.

Would you excuse me just for a moment, please?

Where are they?

Who?

Jack and Amanda.

Oh, medical emergency.

What?

Imagine that happening in a hospital.

There was a real one and they

didn't call me?

Look, as soon as I get back in there, buzz me.

About what?

A medical emergency.

Oh.

"Roller skates, $119.00."

Ah, yes.

You know, this is such a large hospital,

and I have to move quite quickly.

And I find that if I roller-skate instead of walk,

I can perform all of my duties much more efficiently.

Interesting. Unique.

Disallowed.

Now, this.

What's that?

"Leather recliner. $1,000."

Yes. You see,

I use that to read the medical journals.

I must keep up on the newest innovations,

of course, in medicine.

But my accountant did assure me this was a legal deduction.

Do you read anything else in this chair, Doctor?

Is that a trick question?

Yes.

No.

Congratulations. You're catching on.

Does that mean it's deductible?

Of course not.

Don't you ever...! Sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Briggs, how is the patient?

All right.

There is a medical emergency

that needs my immediate attention.

This will have to wait.

Let's go.

You traitor, you.

You parked in my space again.

Because somebody parked in mine.

That's not my problem.

It is if I park in yours.

Pitt?

Pitt, come on out here.

Your days are numbered, Pitt.

Pitt?

If you don't open up, you're a...

dead man.

Oh, my God,

you killed him!!

And so I came in late, and I found him hovering

over the body... I wasn't hovering; I was leaning.

Admiring his handiwork. I was examining

the wound. His hands wrapped around

Mr. Pitt's throat. I was checking his pul...

Why would I strangle him if I just stabbed him?

Are you admitting you stabbed him?

No!

Detective, take a look at this.

There's several messages on the answering machine.

Dad, I got your message. You okay?

Oh, am I glad to see you... I got to get back to the hospital.

Can you get me out of here?

No problem. Who's the officer in charge?

Uh... that one.

This is Avery Decker calling.

You can't duck me forever, Pitt.

And you know something? Most fatal accidents happen

at home... think about it.

Detective Van Sickle?

Oh, do I... do I know you?

Detective Sloan.

I tried to call.

I waited for you all night.

Let me make it up to you.

You can't. We're through.

I warned you once, Pitt, and Nick Kove

doesn't repeat himself.

You're gonna pay for what you took,

and Nick Kove is gonna collect.

Listen, Detective, my father has to get back to the hospital.

Well, your father is the prime suspect

in a brutal murder here.

What about all those threats

on the answering machine?

Aren't those people your suspects?

Yes, well, none of them were found hovering over the body.

Leaning. I was leaning.

Come on, what possible motive could my father have?

Pitt, this is Mark Sloan.

If you're not in my office in five minutes, I'll kill you.

It's... a figure of speech.

I forgot it the minute I said it.

Sloan again. Same message as before,

only this time double.

My office, 10:00 tomorrow morning.

I suggest you bring a lawyer.

Dr. Sloan already has a 10:00.

Gretchen McCord, IRS.

We were in the middle of an audit when Dr. Sloan

was called away on a medical emergency,

so I decided to track down his accountant instead.

Imagine my surprise when I got here.

Well, a criminal investigation,

Ms. McCord, does take precedence over a tax audit, I'm afraid.

But the murder may well tie in to Dr. Sloan's finances.

Of course, I would share any data that I found

with you immediately.

All right.

You can see Dr. Sloan in the morning,

I'll meet with him in the early afternoon,

and we can compare notes and coordinate our attack.

Splendid.

Did they just shake hands? Mm-hmm.

Bad sign.

Oh, I'm in trouble.

Uh, did she say "attack"?

Mario.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, the family's fine.

Uh, look, M-Mario, this is not a social call.

Now, listen to me.

My, uh, my tax returns, they're on the up and up, right?

I mean, there's nothing in there that can bounce back

and kick me where it hurts later, right?

Wait a minute. Wai... No.

What do you mean, a few things are a little iffy?

I don't pay you to be iffy. What things are iffy?

My trip to Hawaii?

What are you talking about?

You're the one who told me that if I discussed medicine

with the girl, it was tax-deductible.

Well, yeah, look, I'm not gonna get into that right now, Mario.

Just listen to me... Put down whatever you're doing

and I want you take out all the "iffies", right?

And file an amended return, you got that?

All right, tell me you understand.

Great. Good-bye.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

What have you come up with?

Come up with?

I haven't come up with anything.

You heard Lieutenant Van Sickle.

I am not only a suspect, I have moved my way up to prime suspect.

Exactly. And if I was to aid a murder suspect,

I could be suspended.

Or worse. What are you doing here?

Came for breakfast.

Love the food here. Oh, yeah, all that good starch.

And now that I'm finished, I'm going to bus my tray.

Make sure no one will disturb this file while I'm gone.

Hey, Steve. Hey, Jack.

Thanks.

Hey, Mark. What do you got there?

Uh, nothing. Doesn't have anything.

Steve's not, uh, helping me.

Your own father. Man!

Pitt got his accounting degree from a correspondence school?

Yeah. What'd he have to do,

draw Sparky or something?

Morning!

Mm! What's that?

- Nothing. - Steve's not helping Mark.

His own father?

Officially, I'm not even here.

Anyway, Pitt died from a stab wound to his heart,

but there was also a very deep bruise to his stomach.

You know, I'm more interested in those two guys

who called and threatened Pitt on his answering machine.

One was a lawyer

named Avery Decker, and the other one

was, uh, Nick Kove... He's a karate instructor.

And they were both Pitt's clients.

Okay,

I'm gonna get my file now.

Head back to the precinct.

Thanks for not stopping by.

It's always great not seeing you.

If anything else turns up, I'll be sure not to stop by again.

Thanks for not helping me when I needed you, son.

Anytime.

He looks good for not being here. Mm-hmm.

So now what? I think the first order of business

is to find out why Kove and Decker threatened Pitt, and whether

either one of them was angry enough to go through with it.

You know, I've always been interested

in learning self-defense.

Perhaps Mr. Kove has an open class.

You know, nobody knows more secrets about a guy

than his secretary. True.

Hey, you know, Lieutenant Van Sickle did say that

I should contact a lawyer. You know, he's right.

Hey, how's Steve doing? I don't know, I haven't seen him lately.

Dr. Sloan,

we have an audit to conduct, remember?

Agent McCord, my accountant was just murdered.

So? Maybe you did it.

Should I reward you by stopping my investigation?

I mean, can't you put it on hold for a few days?

Absolutely not... the way things are looking for you,

if I wait any longer, I'll be doing it on death row.

Uh, Dr. Sloan, please, we don't have time

right now to be discussing your personal problems.

We have a patient in E.R.

Yes, and he's experiencing

an auricular arrhythmia.

Compounded by several acute ventricular extrasystoles,

which could signal very serious life-threatening cardiac arrhythmia.

So if you don't mind. I'm sorry, Agent McCord.

As you can see, this is a life-or-death situation.

Feel free to sit in my office

until I have the patient stabilized.

May I help you?

You're Nick Kove? Awesome, isn't it?

Would you like to see more of me?

I beg your pardon?

I've got Nick Kove videos, Nick Kove posters,

Nick Kove active wear. Yeah, well, that's great,

but I'm interested in the private lessons.

Of course you are.

Everybody wants to learn from the master.

But Nick Kove is a martial arts superstar.

His time is very valuable.

Well, I doubt very much that the manager

of my trust fund would've recommended you

if he didn't think I could afford the lessons. Trust fund?

Why didn't you say so? You don't want lessons.

I don't? What you want is a Nick Kove prospectus.

Now is your chance to join the elite few

lucky enough to own shares... ha!

In Deathkicker, Nick Kove's new powerhouse motion picture.

Wow, well, you'll have to forgive me,

I had no idea that you were a movie star, too.

No one knew Steven Segal was, either,

until he made a movie.

Even after he opened his mouth it didn't hurt him.

You know, people who didn't invest back then

are kicking themselves today.

You get it? They're kicking themselves.

You see, Nick Kove

has a lighter side... it makes him very appealing to women.

Yeah, well, um, that's very interesting,

but I never make any investments

unless I talk to Ernie Pitt first.

Ernie Pitt manages your money?

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, he does.

You're wasting my time.

Well, what if I want to invest?

If Ernie Pitt is your accountant, whatever cash you had

is long gone. Are you speaking from personal experience?

Money's not the only thing he stole from me.

But Nick Kove taught him a lesson he won't soon forget.

Ha!

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

I thought I could handle it, but...

just seeing the old place again...

Who are you?

I'm Ernie Pitt.

Ernie Pitt's dead.

Murdered.

I know. I... I'm his nephew.

I was named after him.

Nephew? Uh-huh.

Ernie... my Ernie, the dead Ernie,

never mentioned he had a nephew.

In fact, he never even mentioned a brother.

Well, that's because they...

that's because they stopped speaking years ago.

But, uh, see, a few weeks ago,

my dad got really sick, and, uh...

lying there in his bed, he says to me...

he says, "Go to your Uncle Ernie.

"Tell him... tell him that I love him.

Tell him I..."

I'm sorry. Oh,

you poor man. I'm just gonna go.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, thank you. Oh, Ernie, oh...

Could-could I get you something, glass of water, box of tissues?

Um... coffee would be nice. Okay.

Thank you. Cup of coffee.

Dad finally wanted to... patch things up.

Well, I guess now they'll have to wait

till they're reunited in heaven.

Dear old Uncle Ernie.

You know, nothing could stop his wanderlust.

Are you kidding? He never left the house.

Sent me out for everything.

Must've been the plane crash.

Plane crash?

Yeah.

May I sit down?

Oh, of course. Thank you.

Yes, it was, uh...

it was just-just outside of Las Vegas.

It was, um... one of those little commuter flights.

He was the sole survivor. That explains

why he was so nervous about having me book his ticket.

I had no idea.

I thought it was because of his Cayman Island accounts.

Oops. Forget I said that.

Oh, my dad will be very happy to, um...

know that his baby brother had somebody so kind and...

so beautiful

looking after him.

The late Ernie Pitt's office.

No, I'm not alone.

I've got the entire World Wrestling Foundation with me,

and they're all better than you.

Sure. Come on over.

You can hear my screams of ecstasy.

Can you believe it?

My ex-boyfriend.

He thinks he still owns me.

He's so jealous, he even thought I was shacking up with Ernie.

Of all the idiotic, disgusting, repulsive...

Oh, not that your uncle wasn't a great guy

and everything.

I have to go. I have to tell Dad. Thank you.

Frank? Hi, Amanda Bentley.

I couldn't be better. And you?

Marvelous.

Frank, do you remember when we had dinner the other night?

Yes, the champagne...

the caviar.

Yes, the romantic stroll on the beach. I remember.

I still have all of the shells.

However, Frank, I was wondering...

Did we discuss business?

Would you be willing to swear to that in court?

Bless you.

Bye-bye!

Excuse me, I'm Dr. Mark Sloan.

I'd like to see Avery Decker.

Not as much as he wants to see you.

He just got here.

I've been waiting for you all morning!

You have?

You'll find everything you need in here.

You know the drill.

Drill?

When you finish the exam, send the patient back

and we'll process them through.

If you need more insurance forms, let Roland know.

Number 118, you're up.

Oh, come on in.

Now sit down, number 118.

What happened to you?

I was rear-ended by a truck.

Oh, were you in a car?

Just a joke.

Do you have any tingling in the toes?

Oh, yes. Lots of tingling.

Shooting pains in the thumbs. Constantly.

Nose cramps. Night and day.

So how much do you think I'm going to get this time, Doc? Ten years.

For what?

Insurance fraud, son.

Go home.

I don't recall seeing

anything about your private practice on your tax return.

What are you doing here?

I followed you from the hospital.

I hope you don't think that little medical emergency routine

of yours would keep me from...

What the hell's wrong with you?

Just a moment.

That's no way to talk to a patient.

I'm not... About to take an insult like that,

and I thoroughly agree with you, Ms. Groggins.

These people were in terrible car accidents.

No treatment, no expense is too much.

I want this woman sent out of here on a stretcher.

And I am going to report you to the AMA.

Hmm?

Where are you going?

Uh... medical emergency.

Dr. Cooper. Sorry I'm late.

My malpractice hearing went longer than I figured.

So, what do we have here?

Personal injury or corporate negligence?

Go on in there.

If this is our guy, who just left?

Follow Dr. Sloan.

And I don't care whether he's an insurance inspector

or a reporter or a cop.

See that he takes what he's learned to the grave.

And don't forget our company motto.

"Make it look like an accident."

Yeah.

You've got to believe me.

I went there to find out why Avery Decker

left a threatening message on Ernie Pitt's answering machine.

And before I knew it, I was examining patients for insurance fraud!

You know, once you're behind bars,

you really should try your hand at writing.

You're very good at fiction.

Aha.

Aha? Aha what?

I think we're onto something.

I hope those aren't the last words I ever hear,

This is terrific.

We're run off the road.

We're nearly killed and you're jumping for joy?

Don't you see?

Whoever did this thinks I'm getting close.

Cl-Close? To what?

The murderer.

Are you? No.

Then what are you so damn happy about?

As long as the murderer thinks I am, he'll go after me again.

Then we've got him.

Wait a minute.

Where do you get this "we" stuff?

I am an Internal Revenue field agent person.

I don't go chasing after murderers...

I mean, unless they owe back taxes.

Now I'm, I'm going to go and I'm going to call

a tow truck and then I'm turning you in.

Wait just a minute.

This looks like a medical emergency.

Oh, I'm not going to fall for that routine.

Here... Oh...

Oh, will you stop following me?

Well, I wouldn't have to if you'd return my calls.

What are you doing at my father's house?

Searching a suspected murderer's house for evidence.

What about Nick Kove and Avery Decker?

Aren't they suspects, too?

They, however, were not found

hovering over the body.

Leaning. He was leaning for God's sakes.

You got the warrant?

Yes, ma'am.

Break it down.

Wait a minute.

Once again, you rob me of any pleasure.

You know, as I recall, you didn't have any complaints

the last time we were together.

Well, I wouldn't trust your memory.

If it were any good, you wouldn't have forgotten the weekend that we'd planned.

I was pulled into a stakeout.

An all-night stakeout.

By the time I got to a phone, you'd already checked out.

It got a little depressing playing solitaire in the honeymoon suite.

Are you taking this out on my father?

Is that why he's made the grade to prime suspect?

That is low and rotten and...

considering the source, not surprising.

Look, Pitt was skimming money from his clients... your father included.

Now, to us law enforcement types, that spells motive.

Wrong.

And exactly what do you expect to find here?

It's what I'm not going to find

that intrigues me.

Oh, so he's missing a steak knife. So what?

So, the knife in Pitt's chest came from a set

he gave as Christmas presents.

Like father, like son.

Now I know where you learned to stab people in the heart.

Dorothea?

Listen, I've got to talk to Barkley right away.

Well, honey, tell his parole officer this is an emergency.

Barkley, did you do some fancy dancing on my tax return?

This is no time to be modest, Mr. Astaire.

Okay, if I'm audited what's all this fancy footwork

going to cost me?

Put your parole officer on.

I'm sorry I fainted.

I really cannot stand the sight of blood.

Oh, and that didn't disqualify you

as an IRS agent, huh?

Mark, uh...

we've got to talk.

Well, you can say anything you want to in front of Agent McCord

because I have nothing to hide from the IRS.

Just your private practice.

You have a private practice?

No.

What did you find out?

Nadine booked Pitt on a one-way trip to the Cayman Islands.

That's where a lot of my relatives do their laundry if you know what I mean.

I do.

What was your name again?

It's uh... it's Briggs.

Norman Briggs.

B-R-I-G-G-S.

Did you learn anything from Kove?

He told me he taught Ernie Pitt a lesson he won't soon forget.

Yeah, murder is memorable.

And you know that Detective Van Sickle?

She just got finished searching your office

and she's out in the hallways looking everywhere for you.

Well, I've already told the police everything I had to say.

Well, you'd better take a powder if you don't want

to get hauled downtown.

Don't just stand there. Call the morgue.

Excuse me?

Could you tell me where I might find a Dr. Mark Sloan, please?

Uh... yeah, he's uh... he's uh...

in examination room three.

It's down the hall... way down the hall to your left.

Thank you very much. - All right.

All right, we're clear.

All right. Here you go.

Thanks.

Whew!

So you did believe me.

I believe the sooner the real killer is caught,

the sooner I can nail you for tax fraud.

So it's a start.

Look in Pitt's files and see if you can find anything

that might connect him with Decker's insurance scam.

It can give us a motive.

You got it. Okay.

Call you later.

You know, I want to thank you.

For what?

For believing me.

What's the matter?

I'm just ruined, that's all.

Because you believe I'm innocent?

For eight years, I sat behind a desk

double-checking figures...

begging them to give me a field assignment.

I know they said that "she was too soft."

I'm too nice.

And finally they gave me a chance to prove myself.

I was your first case.

A return so riddled

with inaccuracies

that even "Soft Serve" McCord couldn't screw it up.

I was going to break you like a piggy bank

just to prove to them that I could.

And look what happens?

Well, don't you see?

You, you saw beyond the numbers on the tax return

to the, to the human being behind it.

You let reason and understanding triumph

over blind dedication.

Exactly.

I'm finished.

Well, surely even IRS agents are allowed to be human?

You're so naive.

Hi, there.

I got your message.

I knew you couldn't stay mad at me.

Look, I went to the hospital to bring your father in

for questioning, but he took off.

You'd better to get him

to turn himself in, Steve.

The longer he stays out, the worse it looks.

What, has he graduated

from prime suspect to only suspect now?

Well, we found these in his office.

Insurance forms?

Well, considering he's a doctor,

I guess I'm not as shocked as I should be.

Bunco has been onto Avery Decker for months.

He stages accidents, then gets compliant doctors

to file phony medical reports.

And you think Mark Sloan, head of internal medicine

at Community General Hospital,

consultant to the police department,

is moonlighting as one of these doctors?

It's a good thing we're not

personally involved anymore, Claire.

It would put a hell of a strain in a relationship

when I laughed in your face over that theory.

Yeah, well, laugh all you like, but it tracks.

Sloan does the fake exams.

Decker files the phony claims.

Pitt launders the money.

But Pitt gets greedy, decides to make off with the cash,

so your father does a little impromptu

open heart surgery on him with a steak knife.

Detective Sloan, you have a call on line six.

Use your phone? Yes.

Hello.

Hi, son? Can you talk?

Uh... listen, there's a little static on this line.

Can you hold on while I change phones?

Dad, you've got to stop running.

I can't!

Why?

People are chasing me.

As long as you're out there,

you're just making yourself look guilty.

In the meantime, no energy is being spent

investigating other suspects.

That's why I called.

I want you to investigate Avery Decker.

I think he tried to have me killed.

That's just one more good reason

to turn yourself in.

Wrong number.

He hung up on me.

Want to dance?

This is a very strange audit.

Chased by killers. On the run from police.

And now dinner and dancing.

Well, it's a shame to let the dance floor go to waste

while we're waiting for Jack and Amanda.

Oh. You know, for the first time today,

I actually feel comfortable, in control.

That's because you're leading.

Oh, I'm sorry. So sorry.

It's all right.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I worked late and fell asleep. Your turn.

I just wanted, uh...

to have one last look before I went back to Brooklyn.

And what were you doing at the file cabinet?

I just wanted to see if, um... you know,

my Uncle Ernie left anything for my dad... you know, a...

a letter or a note or something

saying that it was okay between them.

Because he doesn't have much longer and, uh...

I just... I just wanted to bring him something

that would make his last days a little happier.

Oh, you poor man.

You poor man.

Always thinking of others. Oh...

Hyah! Nobody two-times Nick Kove!

I thought you learned that when I took care of your boss.

Nick Kove is your boyfriend?

Ex-boyfriend.

So you've heard of me?

Heard of you? Hey, man, come on.

I'm one of your biggest fans.

Did I say what a pleasure

it is to meet you?

Great. When I'm done,

I'll autograph your cast.

All right, pal.

All right.

What are you doing?

It's a nerve pinch.

Very simple. Very painful.

That's not fair! Yeah?

Well, neither is a knife in the heart!

That didn't stop you from killing Ernie Pitt.

Nick killed Ernie?

No!

I just roughed him up!

The old speed kick to the gut, you know?

Why should I believe you?

The knife.

Nick Kove does not use weapons.

Nick Kove is a weapon.

Ow.

All right. Okay.

Not so fast.

We're gonna talk about our relationship.

Excuse me, pal. Excuse me.

Well, I can see running away from the law

hasn't gotten in the way of your social life.

Temporary refuge.

Nobody would think of looking for me in here.

What'd you find out? Well, it turns out

that Kove and Nadine were lovers, and Kove

thought Pitt was making moves on her,

so he went over to the house

to beat him up.

Only Pitt wouldn't come out to play.

So Kove broke in and gave Pitt one of his famous

spin kicks and that's how

he got the bruise to the stomach.

But where does that leave us?

That leaves us with a dead accountant,

a plane ticket to the Cayman Islands and...

And everything pointing to you.

Wait... the plane ticket.

That's our killer's confession right there.

Uh... Dr. Mark Sloan?

You are wanted in connection with the murder of Ernie Pitt.

How'd you find us?

I knew if I stuck

with you and Amanda, eventually you'd lead me to Dad.

Your own father.

How could you?

I had to.

Dad, it's for your own good.

I used to say that to you when I sent you up to your room.

Dr. Sloan, shall we?

Just a minute.

What are the charges?

No charges...

Yet. We're just

bringing him in for questioning.

Well, uh... then I'm afraid that

my federal indictment takes precedence.

What federal indictment?

Dr. Sloan has pleaded guilty to tax evasion.

You have?

I couldn't live with the guilt.

This is a murder case.

Can't I at least talk to the man?

Well, call my office in the morning

first thing; we'll work something out.

That was quick thinking.

Well, I bought you tonight

and tomorrow morning. Any ideas?

You're going to finish your audit.

What are you going to do?

Leave the country, of course.

Yes?

Yes. Gretchen McCord. IRS.

Can we talk?

Sure. Why not?

I was just boxing up Ernie's records.

Ah... Well, you'll have to unbox them.

We've got quite a lot of work to do.

What kind of work?

Sorting out all the files.

Examining each account.

Verifying and rechecking every transaction

for the smallest irregularity.

Why?

Tax evasion, dear lady.

Whose?

Your late boss's and every one

of his clients.

I'm convinced that Dr. Sloan

is merely the tip of the iceberg.

So how soon do you think

you could have this ready for me?

Uh... I don't know.

Um... give me an hour or two.

That's pretty good. An hour.

Excellent.

I'll be back after lunch.

Flight 403

nonstop to Grand Cayman Island

now boarding Gate Five.

Hello. Hello.

You'll be in first class.

Seat 3-B. Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello. Hi.

I'm sorry. There's no smoking till we're in flight.

Does flying make you nervous,

or are you just worried about going to prison?

Oh, Dr. Sloan.

You should be asking yourself that question.

You're the guy who killed poor Ernie.

I didn't kill Ernie Pitt. You did.

And you admitted that

the moment you booked him on this flight.

Something wrong with Ernie getting a tan?

Ernie Pitt wouldn't go to the Cayman Islands,

or any place else for that matter.

He was an agoraphobic.

Well, that's ridiculous.

No one wears angora on the Cayman Islands.

It's a tropical resort.

Agoraphobic.

He was afraid of open spaces.

Well, maybe he was afraid of snakes, too,

but we'll never know unless

he's speaking to you from beyond the grave.

Why do you think

Ernie worked out of his home?

Earned his degrees through the mail?

Had all of his

food delivered? Sent you out

for everything he needed?

Because he was a selfish, lazy bum who thought

I was his personal slave.

Ernie was afraid to leave the house.

That's why he wouldn't meet me at the hospital.

Why he was seeing a psychologist

who specialized in phobias.

Ernie wouldn't take a walk across the street,

much less a trip to the Cayman Islands.

Maybe he was trying to conquer his fear.

Maybe, but then he would have done it in nonsmoking.

He hated cigarette smoke, remember?

I'm afraid you're going to have to forget about

any frequent flier miles, Nadine.

Officer?

I think we're gonna find out

that Nadine was skimming

the accounts, not Ernie. She booked the flight

just to make him look guilty.

I believe I owe you an apology, Dr. Sloan.

Don't mention it.

Okay. I owe you an apology, too.

Well, unlike some people I know,

the Sloan men are always willing

to give second chances.

Really? Mm-hmm.

What did you have in mind?

Well, I know this nice little

bed-and-breakfast place up the coast.

Ooh... sounds tempting, hmm?

You can go ahead and get settled and then I'll be...

I don't think so.

Well, all things considered,

I think everything turned out very well.

Oh, that's easy for you to say.

What? We recovered the $30,000

Nadine skimmed off your account.

Which will just about cover my tax bill.

So? All you have to do

is come up with the penalties and the interest.

You know, you are the meanest,

coldest, most vicious woman I've ever met in my life.

You're just saying that.

I even complained to your supervisor.

Oh! Oh, you wonderful man.