All language subtitles for McBride.The.Chameleon.Murder.2005

Mr. Walden did you
visit your Aunt often?

- Whenever I could.

- We earlier heard,

Mr. Fairbanks give his account

of the events of that particular
night.

Does it seem correct to you?

- Yes.

- Could you tell the court
what happened next?

- I noticed that the sliding
door in the living room was
open.

So I ran out on to the balcony.

And I jumped down into the
alley.

- And?

- That man.

- My client.

- I saw him trying to get away.

So I tackled him.

- You are certain he was the
man,

who robbed and killed your Aunt.

- When I tackled him,

some of my Aunt's jewelry

fell out of his pocket,

- What do you want?

- Well, it is fortunate that you
got there

just in time to capture Mr.
Lassiter.

- If only I had gotten there
sooner.

She'd still be alive.

- The police went through the
crime scene.

Throughly.

You know I just kept staring at
this photograph and,

couldn't help but wishing that

there had been a witness,

to what had happened.

And then I realized, there was.

Defense calls Shirley Walden.

Order!

-Order.

Your honor.

Shirley was Edna's friend and
constant companion.

And as we can all see,

from the police photograph.

She witnessed everything.

Shirley is an African Grey
Parrot.

Research has shown that these
birds,

definitely have intelligence
potential.

They can perform the same
cognitive tasks as,

chimpanzees, dolphins, four year
old children.

They can identify,

50 or more objects, count to six

differentiate between colors,
objects,

people.

- Mr. Lassiter, would you offer
Shirley a peanut?

Shirley wants peanut.

Thank you.

- Darren, you must know Shirley
really well huh?

Would you mind giving her a
peanut?

Peanut!

- Sure...

Peanut!

Don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me.

Order!

Order!

- Your Aunt, caught you didn't
she,

trying to steal her money and
her jewels.

You lost your temper and you hit
her.

She kept crying out,
'Don't hurt me, don't hurt me.'

You panicked. You hut her
harder.

Just to get her to be quiet.

When you realized what you had
done,

you opened the door to the
alley,

to make it look like an intruder
had escaped that way.

That's when you saw my client,

poor, defenseless, old man.

Homeless. Going through the
trash cans.

You though. ah.
Perfect scapegoat.

So you ran out.
You told Mr. Fairbanks

to call for help. You jumped in
the alley.

You tackled Mr. Lassiter.

And conveniently dropped a
couple of pieces,

of your Aunt's jewelry nearby.

- I didn't mean to kill her.

- I didn't!

- No more questions Your Honor.

- I'll just take a coffee.

- Coming right up.

- Driving all night?

- Just to Los Angeles.

- Huh. You've got ah,

- Another three hours.

Should be home by 3 AM.

- You must make the trip often.

As often as possible.

There you go.

- I take it your a Warriors fan.

- Oh. Big-time. Yeah.

I rode up with a friend from LA
but,

I ah forgot to consider the
whole getting home part.

- Heh.

- Dudley Banks.

- Whitney Collier.

- So tell me,

Dudley,

how would you like to ride with
me?

I could use the company. And,

it would certainly help keep me
awake.

- Thanks. That would be
wonderful.

- Check. Please.

- At least let me pay for your
coffee.

- No, no. Dudley. Thank
you but ah,

I have a much better idea.

Let's let my husband pay for
both our coffees.

So you work with the
elderly?

- I feed and wash the patients
who can't do it themselves.

I talk to them mostly. Keep
them company.

You'd be amazed at,

how many of the elderly have
pretty much been,

abandoned by their own
families.

- That is an admirable thing
that you do.

Especially considering how
youthful you are.

- Thank you.
I really enjoy my work.

How about you? What do you do?

- I am a little like you.

My husband is in real estate
development.

He wheels and deals. And I take
care of him.

Ah... sorry.

Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

Wow!

- A little spending money.

Well this is me. Right
here.

- Right here?

- Yep.

- Okay. Well,
here you go.

- Thanks again for the ride.

- I must say I really enjoyed
myself.

Thanks for accompanying me.

Have a good night.

Listen, ah, don't forget your
backpack.

- Thanks again.

Ah.

Yep.

It's termites.

- Termites.

- They're subterranean. The
worse kind.

- Oh...

-It's a pretty big infestation
too.

- Yes. Of course...

- Good morning Doc!

- Good morning Dudley. How was
your day off?

Did you make it to the game?

- Yeah! It was great. What a
game.

- You look tired.

- It was a long ride home.

So as you jogged by,

you saw the victim slumped over
the steering wheel.

Yeah, I saw...

So this is the same
route that you take everyday?

I take this route
everyday.

I tried to get into the
car.

To see if I could help her.

I couldn't get in. It was
locked.

Why don't you just
relax a minute.

So what'd you got?

- Ah, looks like a murder...

- How long ago?

- Some time this morning.

- You are going to be all right

I'm here.

Your body is shaking.

Let me call the doctor.

- John. Check these windows out
for forced entry.

- Andy. Lead the way. Come on.

- Let's move guys. Come on.

Photo this.

How about that?

Whitney Colliers wallet.

Note that the victim's handbag
was found in the suspect's home.

Note that the handbag contained
a large amount of cash.

- She thought you were Marvin,
her son.

- Why wouldn't he come?

- You did a lovely thing Dudley.

- Can I help?

- No. I can take care of
everything here.

- Dr. Hightower asked to see
you.

- Enter.

- Good morning, Dr. Hightower.

- Dr. Weill said that you wanted
to see me.

- Mr. Banks I am Detective
Fitzsimmons with the Los Angeles
Police Department.

- Clarence, I wanted to talk
with you.

- This is not a good time Megan.

- What's going on?

- Dudley Banks.
I am placing you under arrest

for the murder of one Whitney
Collier.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Okay, I just moved two bills

from the past due file

to the WAY past due file.

- Fine. When they get to the,

OH NO THEY CAN'T POSSIBLY BE
THAT PAST DUE FILE,

pay them.

- That was quite a show you and
the parrot put on in court.

- Well, you know. Bad guy's in
jail.

Shirley is busy getting chummy
with all the boy parrots at the
zoo.

Justice was served.

- I got it.

McBride.

And associates.

- Hi McBride. It's Megan Wiell.

- Hi!

Megan. How are you?

- I'm fine. How are you?

- I am fine.
- Great. Could you come see me
today?

- Now?

- Yeah.
-Yeah. It's important.

- Oh no. Sure. Yeah.

- I'll see you soon.

- Thanks, bye.

- Phil. I've got to go see an
old friend.

Listen.

If Russell calls, tell him I
want to see a lot of,

dead termites when I get home
tonight.

- All right.

- Thank you for coming right
over.

- Megan, you know what?
If you hadn't been in the ER
eight years ago,

I wouldn't be anywhere at all.

What's up?

- A young orderly here

at the hospital has been
arrested.

- How serious is it?

- Murder.

- It doesn't get anymore serious
than that.

- His name is Dudley Banks.

He's dedicated and honest.

And he cares about people.

- He doesn't have a lawyer?

- He doesn't have any money,

so he can't afford a lawyer.

Please McBride. He is a good
man.

I believe in him.

- You can't ask for a better
recommendation than that.

- What do you want?

- You know something Roberta,
that kind of attitude

is the enemy of romance.

- You know something McBride?

You're right.

What do you want?

- Fine. If you're going to be
that way about it.

Dudley Banks. Arrested
yesterday. What can you tell me?

- Time after time after time...
Why do I do this?

- Why? Because you're a good and
decent person,

and I'm a pest.

- I'll let that pass.

- Which part?

- Well, there is good news and
bad news.

Seems Mr. Banks robbed and
killed a woman,

who had given him a ride.

- Ah, what's the good news?
- Your former partner,

Jake Fitzsimmons is handling the
case.

- That's the good news??

- Why not?

- No, ah. I think...

- What?

- No, no. He is fine. No. He's
fine.

He was a decent partner.

It's just the entire time we
were together,

all he ever wanted to do was get
me into one,

get rich quick scheme after
another.

It was either gold mines, or

health clubs, or land deals on
the Palmdale bulge?

- You'll be happy to know some
things never change.

Bye.

- McBride?

What a sight for sore eyes. How
the heck are you?

- Hey Fitz. I'm good.

- Only good. How would you like
to be great?

And make a little money on the
side while you are at it?

- Ah. Yeah. That sounds
wonderful. But you know what,

since the last time I listened
to you,

I took a vow of poverty. It's
cheaper.

I know I made a couple
of mistakes.

But I am talking about the real
deal here.

- Uh huh.
- High tech.

Genetically engineered vitamins.

Look at me. I feel like I am
twenty five

- Right.

I'll tell you what,

I'll look at the brochure I
promise. But right now,

I am just interested in a little
police information.

I understand you arrested Dudley
Banks.

Don't tell me you are thinking
of representing that guy.

- Hmm.

- Let's see.

We got Mr. Banks fingerprints in
the deceased woman's car,

where we found her body.

We've got her handbag,

containing five thousand
dollars,

that we found in Mr. Banks's
house.

We have a receipt from a diner,

in Mustang Hill,

in her handbag.

When we checked out the diner,

we found a waitress who will
testify,

that Mr. Banks chatted up the
deceased,

and left with her.

- May I?

Doesn't look good, huh.

How'd she die?

- He strangled her.

- Allegedly right Fitz, unless
I missed the trial.

- And he's got a previous
record.

- Ah come on. We have a previous
but they are all just juvenile
misdemeanors.

Can I see him?

- The kid is toast McBride.

I hate to see you waste your
time on something

that is going to look bad on
your resume.

Let the PD handle it.

Save you the embarrassment.

- Well. I just promised somebody

I'd look into it.

- Then take these.

- Evidence?

- Vitamins!

You will feel so good,

you'll want to share with all of
your friends.

- Take all of these?

- Two packets a day.

But here is the kicker,

you make money while you're
feeling good.

You sell to ten people.

They sell to ten people. And so
on.

I netted nine hundred bucks last
month.

- Thanks guys.

- Don't forget the vitamins.

- I'll get back to you on it.

- I'll remind ya.

- I know you will.

- Look I already told him.

I didn't do anything. She was a
nice lady.

She gave me a ride.
And that is all.

- Calm down. Please Dudley. Sit
down.

Sit down. I am not a cop.

I am a lawyer.
And I would suggest that

you don't offer any information,

unless there is a lawyer in the
room with you.

- Are you the Public Defender
they told me about?

- No.

Dr. Weill is a friend of mine.
She asked me to talk to you.

Because she thinks,

this is a big mistake too.

- She did?

- Hmm mmm.

- I can't afford a lawyer.

- Yeah, well. We'll talk about
that later.

According to Megan, you're a
candidate for sainthood.

- Oh.

I like to help people.

My Mother died when I was four.

When she was real sick, they
would not let me see her.

She died all alone.

I promised myself I would never
let that happen to anyone else.

- What about your Dad?

- I never knew him.

He took off before I was born.

After my Mother died,

I was bounced around to a bunch
of different foster homes.

- Hmm mmm. I guess that would
explain your juvenile problems.

- I was a kid. I was confused,
and angry.

I got myself back on track.

Took some classes. Became an
orderly.

First I worked at a hospice in
San Diego.

And then I moved to Los Angeles
and got a job at Sacred Cross
working in geriatrics.

- Tell me about the night you
got a ride with Mrs. Collier.

- I'm a big Golden State
Warriors fan.

And I won a free ticket.

And I

don't have a car

so I got a ride up with a
friend.

On the way back, I had to hitch.

I got a ride as far as Mustang
Hill,

with a trucker but he was
parking for the night to sleep.

I met Mrs. Collier in the diner.

And she offered to give me a
ride.

She dropped me off at home.

And that is all that happened.

- There's got to be more.

You should be aware that the

evidence against you is
substantial,

and as it stands now it is not
going to be difficult

for the District Attorney to get
a conviction.

Do you have any idea what he is
going to say happened that
night?

- Wow!

- Just a little spending money.

- Financially just barely making
it.

Living from paycheck to
paycheck.

And then all of a sudden you
discover the woman who is

giving you a ride has a huge wad
of cash,

and you decide to steal it.

- No. I didn't.

Well this is me. Right here.

-Oh right here.
- Yep

- All right well. There you go.

- Thanks again for the ride.

- I must say I really enjoyed
myself.

Thanks for accompanying me.

Have good night.

Listen. Don't forget your
backpack.

What are you doing? Give me my
bag.

What are you doing?
Oh my gosh.

Please help me.

Help me!

I didn't kill her.

She gave me a ride home and that
is all.

I got out of her car in front of
my house.

And I thanked her.

You've got to believe me. I
didn't kill her.

I try to help people.

- So other than what is in your
record you're,

the perfect young man.

- No.

I did something when I was a
teenager that I am not proud of.

A friend of mine,

got killed, got beaten to death,

in a street fight.

And I was there.

And I didn't try to stop it.

And I didn't come forward with
any information

until I was taken into custody
by the authorities.

- Yeah. You're twenty six now.
Maybe you are scared again?

Trying to save yourself from a
really BIG mistake.

- No. I didn't do it.

Can you help me?

- The defendant will please
stand.

How does the defendant plead?

- Not guilty.

- Your Honor at this point I'd
like to

bring up the issue of bail.

- Your Honor. The People
consider this defendant

a flight risk. He has no real
ties to the community.

- Bail denied.

The defendant will be held in
custody.

There will be a one hour lunch
break.

- We'll knock this out for you.

You will be all right.

- You know must lawyers,
take on paying cases to earn a
living

and then do a little pro
bono work on the side to ease
their conscience.

- What's your point?

- My point is that we seem to be
doing most of the pro bono part

and not so much earning a living
part.

- You talked to Dudley. Do you
think he robbed and killed that
woman?

- No. I don't.
- So what happens to him

if we don't defend him?

- He gets assigned a Public
Defender.

- Why did you quit the Public
Defender's office and come to
work with me?

- Because, among other things,
you only take on one big case at
a time,

so you can devote your energy to
your client.

Besides, a client barely stands
a chance when ah,

you've got a Public Defender,
especially a new one,

going up against a tough career
prosecutor.

We've got to take this case,
don't we?

Oh, we didn't order
yet.

- Oh. Mr. McBride always has
these appetizers.

- Do you come here often?

- Can I bring your usual order,

for two?

- Oh no. Just for one.

It all looks very good but I am
not hungry. I'll just have some
tea.

- Thank you.

So Roberta, about this
weekend...

- You took the Dudley Banks case
didn't you?

- Yes.

- And you've got to work all
weekend.

- Dudley Banks is in a lot of
trouble.

- Yes he is.

This is when we come to the
part where you want a favor.

- Could you do a little
background check on the Colliers
for me?

- I'll see what I can find.

- Thank you.

- Do you ever think of running
for President?

- Why?

- You just blew me off for the
weekend,

and you got me to volunteer to
help you out.

More persuasive than the
President.

Cuter too.

- Look how many times can I tell
you, she gave me a ride
home. That's all.

- No. No. No. Dudley.

You've got to do better than
that.

Come on. Look.

Her handbag was found in your
house.

If you didn't put it there,

that means someone else did, it
also means that someone saw,

Whitney drop you off.

So you've got to think. We need
details.

What happened after you got out
of Whitney's car?

I went right into my house.

- You didn't see anyone on the
way in?

- No. It was almost three in the
morning.

You'd have to be nuts to be
hanging around,

outside in my neighborhood at
that hour.

- You didn't notice anything out
of the ordinary around the
house?

- No.

I was exhausted. And,

I knew I had to leave for work
in five hours

so I went straight to bed.

I opened this window.

Just something I always do when
it is hot because I don't have
air conditioning.

The next morning I,

ran out of the house.

To catch the bus for work.

Wait a minute...

That's it.

- What?

- The window...

I ran out of the house without
closing and locking the window.

Mrs. Collier's killer must have
come in through

the open window and planted the
handbag.

- And they knew that you could
easily be traced as

the last person who saw her
alive.

- Somebody framed me?

- The big question is going to
be,

why would somebody commit a
murder and a robbery,

and then leave the loot behind?

- Unless robbery wasn't the
motive?

Unfortunately, it's just your
word that the window was open.

And believe me. Your word won't
carry much weight.

If you think of anything.
Anything.

Call me immediately.

All right.
Don't you worry.

I am in this with you.

All the way.

Coming out.

Thanks.

- Talking to your client?

- Hey. Yeah.

- Any help?
- Not yet.

- So you tried those vitamins I
gave you yet?

- You know what? No.

But I will.

- If you are going to stay on
this case,

they're going to come in handy.

They'll give you that extra
boost of energy

and concentration.

- Thanks. Fitz.

- Just trying to help my old
partner.

- Hey Fitz?

Let me ask you something.
You wrote in the report

that you found Mrs. Colliers
handbag

with the money still in it, in
plain sight on a coffee table

in Dudley's apartment right?

- Yeah, why?

- I'm just trying to figure out

why would he kill her for her
money

and then leave the handbag

just out in the open when he
goes to work the next morning.

- Beats me.

If he's crazy enough to commit
murder,

who knows what went through his
head.

Don't forget the vitamins.

- Right Fitz. Yeah, yeah. Two
packs.

- Look. I'm sorry McBride.

But everything we found both

at the crime scene, and at the
suspect's home,

indicates that he is the one.
- Well obviously you were going

to find traces of him in her
car, she gave him a ride.

- His were the only prints other
than hers in the car.

And then there is the matter of
his prints all over,

the contents of her purse that
was found at his house.

- Purse spilled during the ride.

He put the stuff back in for
her.

- Hey. You don't have to
convince me.

- I'm only forensics. Not the
jury.

- I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It just...

you didn't find anything else?

- Well. I did find this.

- What? What is it?

- It's a thread of cloth.

It was stuck to the stem of the
door lock on the driver's side.

Now it doesn't match anything
that the accused or the deceased

was wearing but I am not sure
that means anything,

because it could have come from
anywhere.

All right. I'll run some tests
on it.

- Thank you.

I'll get that for you
sir.

- Thank you.

- My friends.

Thank you all for coming here
today to help me,

celebrate my beloved wife
Whitney,

because since we all know,

she loved life.

As much as I loved her.

Whitney, you're my rock,

my heart.

My soul.

I will always love you.

To Whitney.

To Whitney.

- Thank you so much.

Thank you so much for coming.

- Seems like, um.

Colliers taking his wife's
death very well,

getting good emotional support.

- That's my wife.

- Thank you for coming Steven.

- We're leaving.

-Well, I appreciate your
condolences.

- Your hands were all over her.

Relax, honey.

She's just an old family friend.

- May I help you?

- They were a beautiful couple.

It looks like they were very
much in love.

- Yes. Very.

- I am sorry.

McBride.

- Chelsea Robertson.

- When were they married?

- A year ago.

I'm Mr. Colliers executive
secretary.

I thought I knew all of his
friends and his business
colleagues,

but I can't seem to place you.

Do I know you?
- Not yet.

- Chelsea, I can't seem to find
the other one of these...

Who are you?

- You know Chelsea was just
asking the same thing.

The name is McBride.

- Were you invited?

- No. And I have to apologize,

for intruding on your grief
but...

I am interested in finding the
person responsible for killing
your wife.

- Who did you say you were?

- The name is McBride. I'm
actually a lawyer.

And I am representing the man,
they have in custody.

His name is Dudley Banks.

- I don't believe this.

You barge into my home.

To tell me you are representing
the man who killed my wife.

- Well sir, that really hasn't
been proved yet has it?

- I loved my wife.

- So I hear.

Again, I apologize.

Thanks for your time.

- Did, ah, Whitney

talk at all about her marriage
on the way home?

- Not really.

- Nothing about what a great guy
her husband was?

- She just said he was in real
estate.

From her car, and the clothes
and the jewelry that she was
wearing,

I figured they were pretty well
off.

- Jewelry?

- She had an expensive looking
watch.

And a pretty big diamond ring.

- Hey, Fitz. Let me ask you
something.

In the crime scene report it
stated that Mrs. Collier was
wearing,

a watch and a diamond ring.

- Yeah. So?

- Well.

My client just told me Whitney
Collier was wearing,

an expensive Rolex,

and a huge diamond ring.

Most have cost a fortune.

- What are you getting at?

- Why would my client,

take the money and not her
jewelry?

- 'cause he couldn't get rid of
it?

- Right. But he takes the bag.

Leaves it out in the open

with the cash still in it.

- Maybe somebody came by, or
maybe he panicked

just grabbed the bag and ran.

- Yeah. Maybe.

- Did you try those vitamins
yet?

- Yeah. I don't feel any
different.

- Well, McBride you've got to
give them a couple of weeks

to get into your system.

Can I sign you up?

- I don't um. I'll let you know.

- And do that.

- Thanks Mike.

- Hey Phil.

- Hey.

- Listen.

I don't know if this will lead
anywhere,

but I want you to get on a
plane.

Get up to the bay area.

And check on a place called
Oakland Plaza Hotel.

There was a book of matches in
Whitney Colliers evidence bag.

- Okay. Oakland Plaza Hotel.

- See if you can dig up
anything.

- All right. I am halfway there.

- Okay. Call me later.

- Okay. Bye.

- Oh hi. Name is McBride.

And I saw you at the, ah

Whitney Collier Memorial.

- Oh yeah. Yeah, I remember.

- Was he, really, hitting on
your wife?

- What you saw was classic
Hanson Collier.

- Huh.

- Club soda and another martini
for my friend.

I thought they were a very happy
couple.

- And just a second.

- You kidding?

Hanson Collier is a lying,
cheating womanizer

Look. I am sorry his wife was
killed.

It's just a wonder she didn't
kill him.

Whitney would have had to be
blind not to know that.

- Hanson's a womanizer?

- He's hit on half the women in
this club.

He'll tell anybody what he
thinks they want to hear.

How do you think he got where he
is today?

- A lot of hard work?

- Ha.

- Security sir. Are you a
member of this club?

- Um. I was thinking about it.

But it's to far a drive from my
house.

- Come with us sir.

- Hello.

Do you recognize this woman?

- You a cop?

- No. I am not a cop.

- Mmm.

- Maybe another picture will jog
your memory.

- That's Whitney Collier.

She keeps a room here full-time.

We never know when she is
coming and

when she's here,

she's very reclusive.

We hardly ever see her.

- And what room is that?

- Are you trying to get me
fired?

Like I said. When she is here,
she is very reclusive.

- You have no idea.

Hi. Is this Jardin Del Sol?

Hi. I need to order some flowers
please.

- Come on.

Hi.

Weren't you asked to leave the
premises.

- Yes. I was.

- Well, then I think you should
go.

- Well, come on, look. You made
a drink that nobody ordered.

Carried over to Hanson Collier,
you whisper in his ear,

he's on the phone. Next thing I
know I am being thrown out of
the place.

It's okay. I understand.

I just wanted to ask if you're
on his payroll.

Or maybe one of his lovers.

I'd go with lover.

- Hi.

Okay. Do you know this woman?

-The last time I saw her,

I put her in a cab,

to Karpek shipping down at the
docks.

- Oh. Sounds swanky.

- It's a no brainer, Carl.

I've got the city council in my
hip pocket

which is where I keep my wallet.

They're not going to let a
couple of trees stand in my way.

Okay. A couple of hundred trees.

Who's going to quibble over a
few zeroes.

Look, I don't care if they're
three thousand years old.

They've had their time.
Now it's mine.

I gotta go.

Excuse me.

- Hi. Your housekeeper was kind
enough to let me in.

- I'm going to be kind enough to
let you out.

- I just came by because when I
was here

at your wife's memorial.

I could have sworn that I put
some sun...

sunglasses down.

You know while I'm thinking
about it,

I am going,

to have to eventually ask you

the big question.

You're here. I'm here.

We could do it now unless you
prefer we wait until we're in
court.

- Let me answer the big
question.

Hanson was with me the night
that his wife was murdered.

- Chelsea,

- All night.

- So you two...

- Are lovers, yes.

- Got to love an honest woman
huh?

- A little honesty right now
will save us a lot of time
later.

- Look, I was very fond of
Whitney.

But ah,

I saw a lot of Chelsea,

when we traveled on business
together.

- And divorcing Whitney would
have been messy.

- Especially for Whitney.

- Why?

- I recently discovered
that Whitney had been

systematically siphoning off
Hanson's money.

- We don't need to get into
all of that.

- Well, we will. During the
trial.

- Mr. McBride,

I will testify that Hanson was
with me

the entire night of his wife's
murder.

- Excuse me.

- Can I help you with something?

- Yes. I hope so.

I was wondering if...

You know this woman?

- You're a stalker.

- Listen. Abigail. I am a
lawyer.

Hanson Collier is in a lot of
trouble.

And he is going to need all the
help he can get.

- This is the guy.

- I understand you are looking
for somebody.

Perhaps I can help you.

Jerome Harris.
- Phil Newberry.

I was told someone at this
facility could identify

this woman.

- Are you a police officer Mr.
Newberry?

- Im a lawyer.

- So am I.

- Is this woman in any trouble?

- Yeah. I would say so. Yes.

- Okay. Why don't you come with
me?

- Who are you?

Where did you get this photo of
my wife?

- Wife?

- Maybe you didn't hear me?

I'll ask you one more time.

Who are you?

Where did you get this photo of
my wife?

- Your wife is Whitney Collier?

- Who is Whitney?

My wife is Monica. Monica
Karpek.

- He tells me he is a lawyer.

- Monica in some kind of
trouble?

- Do you know where your wife is
right now?

- She's traveling.

She likes to travel.

- Did she leave last Sunday by
any chance?

- Yes.

What's it to you Mr. Newberry?

- Mr. Karpek, I don't know how
to,

tell you this delicately but,

I think they are the same woman.

- Okay, I'll do it.

- Give me a call next week.

- Thanks.

Hello.
- Hello.

Thank you. Both for coming.

- So what's this all about?
- Well you know what?

If you give me just a few
moments,

I think I will be able to
explain everything.

- So what's so important it
couldn't wait?

- Well?

This is nice.

- Cozy huh?

You know but there is a
quandary...

Both of these lovely young woman

seem to be willing to

testify that you were with them,

the night your wife was
murdered.

And I am, well, just curious,

As to which one it was,

or, and this would make me and
my dog, very jealous,

was it both of them?

- Were you with her?

- Lying, cheating...

I didn't know where he was that
night,

but I wanted to protect him.

I was willing to perjure myself
for you.

You make me sick.

- You loved her?

You loved me?

How many women did you lie to?

HOW MANY?

He was with me.

He was with me all night long.

And he makes my skin crawl.

- Sorry.

That's what we call an iron-clad
alibi.

Would you like some coffee?

- What is this?

What are Monica's clothes doing
here?

- Vince, isn't this the necklace
that you gave Monica?

- Where is she?
Where Is She?

- Maybe you should calm down
Vince.

Let Mr. Newberry tell us what he
knows.

- The woman who rents this
suite,

the woman in the other photo

her name is Whitney Collier,

Mrs. Hanson Collier.
- What?

- Whitney Collier left San
Francisco last Sunday.

She was murdered in LA that
night.

Possibly by someone who
followed her there,

from here.

- She's dead?

My Monica's dead?

- Excuse me. Are you intimating
that Mr. Karpek might be
involved?

- I am not intimating anything,

I just want some answers.

- When you find some answers,
you call me.

If you have any more questions
for Mr. Karpek, you call me.

As Mr. Karpek's personal
attorney,

I am going to advise him not to
speak

with you any further,
understood?

- You already gave me one of
these.

All right. Understood.

- Whoah. Francis.

Any word on that thread you
showed me?

- Well, I know it is Rayon

and I am pretty sure it is from
a windbreaker.

- And I am thinking about it.

Is it possible that it got
there,

somebody like leaning through

the open driver's window?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

McBride.
What do you think?

- This case is going to be
harder than I thought.

Hanson Collier has an alibi.

- Banks is guilty. I'm talking
about the vitamins.

Can I sign you up?

- Fitz?

- Boyle, Boyle...
You're feeling a lot better,

since you started the vitamin
program right?

I got a lock on the guys here.

But,

you got bigger and richer fish.

You got the whole legal
profession out there to tap
into.

- Ah, Fitz ah, and by the way
have you seen Roberta?

- Ah, I've already tried selling
to her, no dice.

- Okay, no. Have you seen
Roberta?

- Oh! Oh she is out on a case.

- All right, just ask her to
call me when she gets back.

- Will do.
- Please., Thanks.

- Hey, don't forget the
vitamins.

Did I tell you how much I netted
last month?

- Nine hundred.

- Yeah. Bizarre is putting it
mildly.

Either Whitney had multiple
personalities,

or somebody was taking someone
else for a ride.

Yes, I definitely think Karpek
was capable of murder.

I think he is an enforcer for
the mob.

Yeah. So get this.

He comes into the room.

He throws all of her clothes at
me.

He grabs me by the throat.

And then he storms out of the
room

and goes to the airport.

'Cause I followed him.

Thanks. Okay.

So he's on a plane

and bound to LA right now.

Should be there in about an
hour.

You can't miss him.

He's six feet, 190.

The only adult male wearing gold
chains.

Yeah. Definitely a mob enforcer.

All right. Bye.

- Mr. Karpek?

I am sorry for your loss.

I want to find her killer.

- You a cop?

- Lawyer.

- What is it with all of the
lawyers all of a sudden?

Phil Newberry. He works for
me.

- He told me she wasn't who I
thought she was.

- She, ah, married a man here in
Los Angeles a year ago.

When did you marry her?

- Six months ago.

- In San Francisco?

- Yes.

- Who is he?

- She was stealing money from
him.

- He do this?

- No.

She may have been stealing money
from you too.

- What are you talking about?

- She had five thousand dollars
in cash on her.

When she returned to Los Angeles
from San Francisco.

I think, somebody was following
her.

- You think that I found out
that she was stealing from me so
I killed her?

I loved her.

- She probably knew that. That
is how she could use you.

- Shut-up about her.

- Did I mention that she was
strangled? Sir?

- Newberry.

Taking your basic PD case

without a weekly paycheck
getting old yet?

I've got the answer to all your
problems.

Vitamins!

- Thank you Fitz. I will think
about it.

Have you seen Roberta?

- She is still out on a case.

Anything I can do to help?

- Well, McBride wanted me to
give ah Roberta,

Whitney Colliers prints to run.

- Why? She's dead.

- Well, we're just not sure
that,

she was who we think she was.
You know.

Hey. Could you run them for me?

- No problem.

- Mr. McBride?

- Hmm mmm.

Who are you?

- I'm Agent Kimball of the FBI.

- Agent Frankel.

- Let me guess FBI.

Have a nice day.
- We need to have a talk sir.

- Well, now is not a good time
if you know what I mean.

- No, I don't.

- We need you to come with us.

- Do you guys always talk in
turns?

- That's a good question for
Agent Frankel.

- Looks familiar.

Glad to see,

the Feds don't live any better

than we used to on a stakeout.

- We know all about you Mr.
McBride.

- Stint in the armed forces,

LAPD for twelve years,

quality of service record,

depends on who you ask.
- Got shot up real bad about
eight years ago.

Quit the force. Went into law
school.

- If you guys tell me what I had
for breakfast

I'm going to be really
impressed.

Why don't we cut the crap.

Tell me what this is all about.

- You were talking to Vincent
Karpek at the cemetery.

- I was.
- Karpek is the subject

of an FBI money laundering
sting,

which we have been working on
for well over a year.

- And we don't want anyone
screwing it up for us.

- You know, he may have
committed a murder,

- Well, you need to tell us

something we don't all ready
now.

- No, a specific murder.

- When we're finished with
Karpek

you can have him.

Say in about two hundred years.

Do I make myself clear Mr.
McBride?

- Hmm mmm. Very.

- Good.

You can go.

- Hey.

Hi, how's it going?

- Oh ah, yeah, no

It's just going great.

More twists and turns than a
pretzel.

Let me ask you something,

did any FBI guys in San
Francisco,

talk to you about Karpek?

- FBI? No. Why?

- Well, because. It is so weird.

I came...

- Hello?

Mac?

- It just got weirder.

I am going to call you back.

I don't like this.

You just let him walk out of
here.

What were we supposed
to do? Shoot him?

Vincent. Don't worry. We took
care of McBride.

- Piece of cake.

- Let's get out of here.

- Guy's got no sense of humor.

- Screwdriver.

- Heh, heh, heh.

- Good boy.

- Ah good dog. You know what?

I just hope that

he is paying you for that work.

- Where have you been?

Car trouble?

- Yeah. You could say that,

my car was in Forest Lawn,

I wasn't.
- So,

you know those prints you
had me run on Whitney Collier?

Ah, Fitzsimmons did it for me by
the way.

- Did he sell you any vitamins?

- He tried. Thanks for the
head-up.

- Heh.

- Whitney Collier's prints

are an exact match

for Monica Karpek.

- Phil, you're a genius.

You and your little computer.

- Yes, well there is more to the
story.

Monica's prints match Whitney's
prints,

and they also match,

a third lady.

A housewife in Simi Valley named
Arlene Ferguson.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Are you telling me that Whitney
Collier has three husbands?

- Yes. It looks that way.

Do you think that Karpek found
out that,

Monica was not only stealing
from him,

but she wasn't who she said she
was?

- I don't know. But I'll tell
you one thing, Dudley Banks was

at the wrong place, at the wrong
time. With the wrong woman.

This is starting to sound like a
bad version of Sybil.

Wow.

Somebody with more overdue bills
than I have.

Hi.

Do you know the couple who live
in this house?

- Wayne and Arlene Ferguson.

There's Wayne now.

- Thank you sir.

- Mr. Ferguson?

- Are you a bill collector?

-Ah. No sir.

Lawyer.

- Well, if you are not here for
money, what this about?

- We need to have a talk, sir.

May I come inside?

It's about your wife.

- No record of a Vincent Karpek?

No? Thanks.

Excuse me. Hi.

- Hello.

Do you have a reservation?

Actually Vincent Karpek,

would like to rent the same he
rented on the 14th of the month?

- Yes sir.

He always rents the same car.

- Yeah.

- You must be new.

Brand new.

- There we are.

- Could I take a look at that
actually,

I, ah, being new and all,

I don't want to mess up his
reservation.

- Don't blame you.

- I am investigating,

the murder of a woman named
Whitney Collier.

Have you ever heard that name
before?

- No.

- How about Monica Karpek?

- No.

Whitney Collier was married to a
real estate developer,

in Orange County. Turns out,
she was also married to a man in
northern California,

at the same time. Vincent
Karpek.

My searching has uncovered a
third husband,

you...sir.

Whitney Collier.

Monica Karpek.

Arlene Ferguson.

They are all the same woman.

I am sorry to have to tell you
this but your,

wife is dead.

- No...

- I've also learned you were the
sole beneficiary

of Arlene's life insurance
policy.

- You think I killed Arlene?

- How much was the insurance
policy for?

- A million dollars.

But could never have hurt
Arlene.

- We know that your financial
problems,

started about a year ago.

If I know it, the District
Attorney knows it.

If you understand my meaning.

- I let her down. I...

I forced her away from me.

- Could you tell me where you
were the night of the 14th?

14th?

I had driven all the way to
Fresno on a job interview.

Got turned down for being
over-qualified.

Over-aged is more like it.

I was so depressed I had a few
too many drinks.

This is a small community, I
know a few of the cops,

and they know the hard time I've
been going through,

so they let me sleep it off.

Go home in the morning.

I had coffee with the officers.

And then I..

I just went on my way.

- You're sure that they didn't
find anything?

- So far nothing.

- There's got to be something.
There's always something.

- What are you supposed to find?
- A print. A hair.

Anything that puts Whitney
Collier in this car.

- You and McBride still trying
to pull a needle out of a
haystack?

- Our client is innocent.

- Nice car.

Whose is it?

- One of the suspects, in the
Collier case.

Detective Hansen.

- One of the suspects?

How many suspects have you guys
got?

- You're sure?

Yeah.

Sorry Phil.

But there's nothing the
indicates

Whitney Collier was in this car.

- Good luck.

Anything I can do to help, let
me know.

- All right listen.

Karpek's drivers license
number is on this rental.

Could you please just run it for
me?

- All right, let's give it a
shot.

- Thank you.

Hiya.

- Hey.

- Wade Ferguson is a bust.

- You know, he's got a better
alibi than Hanson Collier.

It's got to be Karpek.

Proving it is going to be tough.

- Maybe not.

I ah, took Karpek's drivers
license over to

Roberta to check out.

- And?
- We found a speeding ticket
issued,

in Los Angeles at 7:42 on the
morning of the 15th.

- That's the day after Whitney
was killed.

- On the Five freeway heading
out of LA.

Which means he was in LA the
night of the murder.

- Well done, young Phil.

Now we are getting somewhere.

I want you to get back up to
Oakland.

Pay our friend Karpek a little
visit.

- Mr. Harris.

- Oh jeez.

You know you are like a bad
cold that just won't go away.

- Look I really need to speak to
Mr. Karpek.

- I told you. You speak to me.

And I will speak to Mr. Karpek
for you.

- I know he was in Los Angeles
the night of Whitney...

ah Monica's murder.

- Vincent Karpek was in Chicago
that night.

- Then he shouldn't mind telling
that himself should he.

Look if he can do that,
I will go away

and I won't bother him or you
ever again.

Deal?

What's he doing here?

- Deal.

One minute. One question.

He says he'll never ask you
another one.

- All right.

- Mr. Karpek are you willing to
swear that

you were in Chicago on the night
of the 14th?

- I flew to Chicago at nine in
the morning.

Met with business associates.

I ate dinner with them and
stayed the night.

They'll all vouch for me.

Next day I got on a plane
and landed back in

San Francisco
at one thirty.

- Wow.

That's great.

Can't wait to see if your
performance,

is that good in court.

- Yeah. I thought you said that
was your last question.

- That's the last question you
will be hearing from me.

From now on McBride will be
asking all the questions.

This is a court summons. You
might want to take that.

I gotta go.

- She had three husbands?

- Hmm mmm.

San Francisco mobster.

A real estate tycoon from Orange
County.

And an out of work insurance
salesman in Simi Valley.

- Heh. Three strikes and you're
out.

- She was a piece of work.

I mean a chameleon.

I mean she blended into

the environment of each of those
three guys.

- She was stealing from both
Collier and Karpek?

-Huh, uh.

- What was she doing with all of
that money?

- I don't know.

- All right then.

I think she was living out some
kind of fantasy.

- Oh no..
- Why?

Do you think men are the
only one's who fantasize?

I fantasize all the time.

That someday you and I will have
a real relationship.

- No, you know.

- Mr. McBride.

- Oh guys come on.

Nice badges. Gimme a break
okay?

You had me going the first time.

Very authentic setting.

I mean it looked like a real
stakeout.

You just go run off and tell Mr.
Karpek

that I am properly intimidated.

- Nice to see you Kurt.

- Nice to see you too Roberta.

- It's been awhile.

- McBride, this is Kurt Frankel

FBI Station agent here in Los
Angeles.

I take it you have met him and
his partner Steve Kimball.

- All right boys, enough of the
courtship.

Let's exchange vows.

Green and clean.

Like a match.

-Freeze
- Whoa

-FBI
- Oh man.

- All right, all right, all
right

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- The two men in the picture
with Vincent Karpek

are Jonas Mitchell and Parker
Elliot.

They have been running a major
counterfeiting operation,

for quite some time.

Laundering their funny money
through Oakland.

Mr. Karpek volunteered to help
us out

in our efforts to shut-down
their business.

In exchange for an opportunity
at a new life,

in the witness protection
program.

You'll notice that our sting
operation

was a major success because of
Mr. Karpek.

You'll also notice Mr. Karpek
was with us,

in LA the day of your murder.

- None of his people knew he
wasn't in Chicago.

- No one could know that Mr.
Karpek was cooperating with us.

- We couldn't afford to
compromise our sting operation.

- Operation Dumbo Drop.

- That's why he got a speeding
ticket leaving Los Angele.

He left late to return to
Oakland.

- To get there in time so your
lawyer would think that

you came in on a flight from
Chicago.

- I told you that I didn't kill
Monica.

I loved her.

Why do you think I offered to
help these bums?

They were going to help me and
Monica disappear,

start a new life together.

I loved her enough to get out.

Now she's gone.

- And I still have to find a
murderer.

- Hi, you two.

- Hey.

- Why the long faces?

- Vincent Karpek did not kill

Whitney Collier.

He has an ironclad alibi.

- The best one yet.

- Well, I don't know if this
will do us any good.

But I've been busy

digging up some very interesting
information

down at the Hall of Records.

- What for?

- The Superman Factor.

What?

- What did Clark Kent do
every time,

he needed to become Superman.

- He ran into a phone booth,

and changed into his Superman
outfit.

- Right.

So it got me thinking.

If Whitney Collier has been
passing herself off

as three different women,

with three different looks and
wardrobe.

She needed a place to do all of
her change-overs.

- At the Hall of Records...

- I discovered that Arlene
Ferguson

bought a condo.

- And whose money did she use
for that?

- You are going to love this,

she put the house in Simi Valley

down as collateral.

It gets better.

She bought the condo around the
same time,

that she and Hanson Collier got
married.

And guess where her condo is...

- Where?

- Playa del Ray

- That's about halfway between
Simi Valley and Collier's house

in Orange County.

- Exactly.

Are you thinking what I am
thinking?

- Yeah. Breaking and entering.

Shhh.

- Ah?

- What is that?

- It's a power pico-matic.

Got it from a friend's discount
website.

Pretty much free.

- Why don't we just do this,

the old fashioned way, what do
you say?

- Nobody hides their key.

You think this is the movies?

- Only in the movies.

- Gosh.

- Let's check around here.

- Okay.

- Phil!

- What?

- Come here a second.

- J. D.

Monica Karpek.

Whitney Collier.

- Arlene Ferguson.
- Hmm.

- There's no way...

- Yep. Another identity.

And this one was,

getting ready to travel.

- Have you checked the bathroom?

- No.

- Here's something. New
passport.

It's certainly good enough,

to get her out of the country.

- Another wig and more makeup.

- Long red hair.

- Yeah. How did you know that?

- Look. Her picture is on the
passport.

- Jocelyn Dawson.

- And a ticket to Paris.

- Heh.

People get around.

- Whoa. Hey check this out.

- What?
- Phone bill with a list of
phone calls to the same number.

- Hmm, might prove useful.

- I know this number.

- You ran the forensics tests on
the crime scene.

Is that correct?

-That's correct.

- And you found fingerprints

inside the victims car.
- Yes.

- Did any of those prints match
the defendants?
- Yes they did.

- Did you find the defendants
fingerprints anywhere
else?

- On items from the victims
purse.

- Did that include her wallet?

- Yes sir.

- Thank you.

Your witness.

- Mr. Phillips I,

show you here Defense exhibit
K.

I ask you to identify it.

- It's a thread from a black
rayon windbreaker.

- Hmm. Where exactly was this
found?

- Under the stem
of the door lock

on the deceased's car.

- Did you examine any
windbreakers belonging to Mr.
Banks?

- Yes.

- Did any of them match this
thread?

- Objection. Your Honor...

we presented the only
windbreaker style,

black jacket we found in the
search of the defendants home.

But it doesn't mean he didn't
have another jacket

that he had thrown away.

- Heh, Your Honor

perhaps the People could save

the editorial for their
summation.

- Over-rulled.

- No further questions. Thank
you.

Mr. Collier, you're a real
estate developer, correct?

- Yes.

- A very successful one.

- I do all right.

- Sir, is it true that
about a year ago

you received a series of death
threats,

from a very unhappy competitor.

- Yes I did.

- And did you report these
threats to the police?
- Yes.

- Do you remember the person who
headed that investigation?

- Yes.

- Is that person in the
courtroom today?

- Objection. Your Honor

- Mr. McBride,

is this necessary?

- Your Honor. I promise
everything will tie together.

- Just don't try my patience Mr.
McBride.

Objection over-ruled.

Proceed.

Is that person in the courtroom
today?

- Yes, he is.

- Could you point him out
please?

- Ah, the bald man in the front
row.

- Let the record show that Mr.
Collier has identified,

Detective Jake Fitzsimmons.

Thank you sir.

No further questions. Your
witness.

- No questions.

- Defense calls Detective Jake
Fitzsimmons to the stand.

Detective Fitzsimmons, you were
assigned,

to investigate the death threats

that Hanson Collier received, is
that correct?

- Yes.

- And that was in August of last
year?

- Yes.
- Shortly after

Hanson Collier and Whitney
Collier were married.

- I don't know. I wasn't invited
to their wedding.

- For the record they were
married on August 2nd, 2003.

- And your investigation

commenced August 30th of that
same year correct?

- Yes.

- What was the outcome of your
investigation?

- Nothing. The suspect was
questioned.

And the death threats stopped.

- Did you know the deceased
Whitney Collier?
- No.

- Do you know a woman by the
name of Monica Karpek?

- Objection.

We're fishing here.

-Re-phrase Your Honor.

Detective during your
investigation did you discover

that Hanson Collier's wife
Whitney Collier

was leading a double life?

- No.
- That she was also known as
Monica Karpek.

- No.
- That both of these personas
were

created by an emotionally
disturbed woman named

Arlene Ferguson.

-Objection. This line of
questioning is irrelevant.

We concede the victim used

other aliases.

This doesn't have anything to do
with her murder.

- Ah Your Honor. To the
contrary.

It has everything to do with her
murder.

As a matter of fact, it is the
reason she was murdered.

And if you will allow me I can
prove it.

- Answer the question.

- No.

- Your Honor at this time my
associate Mr. Phil Newberry,

will give us a visual
presentation.

This is the woman known to some
as Whitney Collier.

Our records show that she was
born, May Jane Bowlus.

Chicago. 1972.

Birth parents unknown.

Shuffled from one foster home to
another.

Removed from one because of
sexual abuse.

Dropped out of high school.

String of dead-end jobs.

Guess you could say she was
nobody.

Or everybody.

Always probably just fantasizing
about the life she could never
have.

- Your Honor, what's the point
to all of this?

- The point, Your Honor, is that
she achieved that fantasy life,

as a matter of fact she created
it.

By becoming someone else.

But one fantasy life was not
enough for her.

She wanted to be whatever any
man wanted,

except the man that killed her.

- That's fine Mr. McBride

But either question this
witness,

or dismiss him.

- Yes Your Honor.
I, ah, understand.

Don't make me do this.

- Give it your best shot.

- Your Honor. We can't hear this
exchange.

- Whitney Collier. Phil?

Monica Karpek.

Phil.

Arlene Ferguson.

Detective. Do you know any of
these women?

- Where is this going Your
Honor?

- I have data files from the FBI
that prove that Whitney Collier,

Monica Karpek,

and Arlene Ferguson,

have identical fingerprints.

I also have a deed to a
condominium,

in Playa del Ray purchased

by Arlene Ferguson.

The phone records from that
condominium

where all the calls were made to
the same number.

310-555-0144

Detective what's your phone
number?

- Objection. Detective
Fitzsimmons

is not on trial here.

- Detective Fitzsimmons, what is
your phone number?

- 310-555-0144

- You discovered that Arlene
Ferguson was living multiple
lives.

And you were blackmailing her.

Weren't you?

Your Honor!

- Answer the question.

- Absolutely not.

- You know what I think,
I think that Mrs. Ferguson

realized that her charade

was getting too expensive.

And she intended on leaving the
country.

Under a completely different
identity.

Jocelyn Dawson.

We also found in that
condominium,

Whitney Collier's checkbook.

In it is a series of cash
withdrawals.

In the amount of $9,500,

just under the limit

that banks have to report to the
Treasury Department.

The withdrawals began on
September 27th, 2003

Just a month after Detective
Fitzsimmons

began his investigation

of Hanson Collier's death
threats. And,

they end four days before
Whitney Collier was murdered.

She told you she was going to
stop paying you.

You followed her that night.
You confronted her.
You argued with her.

And you killed her.

- That's not true.

- The whole vitamin thing
that was just to coverup

some of your extra cash.

Wasn't it Fitz?

The one thing that bothered me
though,

why would a woman traveling
alone, late at night,

pull her car over on on a dark
secluded street,

in a neighborhood that was
unknown to her.

She wouldn't.

Then it hit me.

Unless she was being pulled over
by a policeman.

- I'm sorry officer, did I,
- You can't do this to me.

You are not going to get away
with this.
-You are not going to get...

Detective Fitzsimmons
confronted her because

she had stopped the blackmail
payments.

The argument,

got out of hand,

- Detective Fitzsimmons, do you
own a black windbreaker?

- No.

- Really?

I had my associate Phil Newberry

go to Eli Cleaners.

He said he was there to pickup
your cleaning for you.

Looks like a black windbreaker
to me.

You also had them repair a small
tear, under the right arm,

which they did a very good job
on.

You tore this on the door lock.

Didn't you?

As you reached in through the
window,

and strangled her to death.

And you of all people should
know,

that forensics won't have a
problem matching that thread

to this jacket.

What do you think Detective?

- I am not saying anything
without consulting an attorney.

- Can't say I blame you.

You should have tossed the
jacket Fitz.

But you were always such a
cheapskate.

No more questions.

Will the Foreperson
please rise and state your
verdict?

- We find the defendant, Dudley
Banks,

Not guilty.

This concludes the
court's business.

In accordance with the jury's
verdict, the defendant is free
to go.

The jury is discharged with the
thanks of the court.

- Thank you.

- Now you really have to thank
Dr. Weill,

she's the one who believed in
you from the start.

- Dr. Weill, how can I...

- Come on Dudley. Let's get
back to work.

You have a lot patients waiting
to see you.

- Oh I'll tell you what.

You just keep saving lives.

- Well done.
- Good work.

- Thanks.

- To bad about Fitz.

- You're finally going to try
some.

- Mmm!

My compliments.
This is wonderful.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute,

you're speaking Chinese?

Exquisite
preparation.

- She likes it.

- You don't even like Chinese
food.

- I never said I didn't like
Chinese food.

I said I wasn't fond of
Cantonese.

It's too bland for me.

And then I discovered Mr. and
Mrs. Chen

also prepare Szechwan dishes,

they're not on the menu.

Wanna try?

Good?

He likes it!

- Hot!