Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 1, Episode 18 - The Plague - full transcript

While staking mob hitman Bruno Crespi in his hotel room, Steve observes he has medical symptoms for which Bruno orders a refill from Spengler's pharmacy, which dad Mark diagnoses trough the telescope as asthma, and receives epinephrine which he injects himself, not uncommon with patients who have a standard prescription. Shortly after he collapses, Steve gets Mark who orders a quarantine there and in the hospital to make sure nobody is contaminated: the crook has bubonic plague. CDC doctor Niven cares only for press conferences which spread panic on the theory he must have been infected trough rats on a freighter he arrived on from South east Asia, ignoring the Sloanes' observations the epinephrine vial was full, so replaced by the maid, which wasn't actually on hotel staff: murder by plague injection. Steve and Jack know about the crime families which include three women with a plausible motive to kill Bruno, so the snooping can start. Bruno's wife Charlene Baylor can now collect his life-insurance, his stepmother Regina Baylor got control of the mob family business and his sister Jennifer 'Jenny' hated him for 'cheating' her (however legally) out of a fair share of their father's inheritance, and even pharmacist Spengler has mob connections as Jack finds- again at unnecessary peril thanks to 'helpful' Amanda. Then Mark and Jack find Spengler shot dead and the source of the plague injection, but the wrong cure and they're not alone on account of his contraband trade...

Man: You better tell the
bridge if you want to see her.

I'm back.

Money doesn't go
as far as it used to.

I'm going to need some more.

I'll be staying at the
Crown Regent Hotel.

I'll talk to you soon.

That's Bruno Crespi, all right.

Tanned, rested,
and ready to run.

Surveillance base to tag
team. Everybody in place?

Roger, surveillance base.

Where to?

Crown Regent Hotel.

Bad cold, huh?

Just drive.

All right, he's moving, tag
team. Let's keep him in sight.

Last time we lost this
creep, somebody died.


Morning, Mark. Hi.

Hey, listen, you got a minute
to look at Mr. Miller's stomach?

He's still got pain?

Yeah. And now I know why.

Morning, Delores.
You're in a good mood.

Hi, Dee. What's up? Hi, Jack.

You, uh... Want to come
in and look at an x-ray?

I have a file full of x-rays.

Yeah, but you'll love this one.

You couldn't show me
anything I haven't seen before.

Somehow I believe that.

Well, take a look at
this anyway. Hey, Mark.

What is that?



I never seen that before.

Mr. Miller didn't tell you
he'd swallowed dice, did he?

No. He was, uh,
probably embarrassed.

Well, why would he do that?

Well, my guess is he was playing
craps with a couple of serious guys

who were wondering why
he was winning so much.

When they figured
out he was cheating,

he popped those dice in his
mouth and swallowed real hard.

Bet you they're loaded.
I'll bet you're right.

I don't believe that.

Dad, can I borrow you
for an hour? What's up?

Hey, Chief. Hi, Jack.

Well, police department
needs your medical advice.

Tell Mr. Miller he just won
himself a round-trip to surgery.

I've never seen an actual
undercover surveillance before.

Who are you watching?

Bruno Crespi. He's one of the
mob's busiest contract killers.

I almost nailed him last
year for a hit on a mob boss

but we couldn't come up
with enough hard evidence.

You've been on
this for a year now?

No. Eleven months
ago, Bruno disappeared.

No trace, no leads, nothing.

Then last week I
get an anonymous tip

that he's on a
freighter out of Malaysia

due to dock in LA
yesterday afternoon.

Sure enough, he, uh,

disembarks and then he gets a
phone call on a public telephone.

Were you able to trace the call?

Well, it was an
incoming call, so no.

Anyway, then he goes
to that hotel, he checks in,

he's been there ever since.

Go ahead, take a look.

I won't get a black eye
when I do this, will I?

Dad, just take a look, will you?

Crespi's been acting weird
all morning. He can't sit still.

Then, about a half an hour
ago he calls a local pharmacy,

a Spengler's Drugs,

and orders a refill on
a standing prescription.

Of what, we don't know.


What do you think?
Does he look sick?

I can't diagnose a man
through a telescope.

Dad, you have to.

I got a hunch
Crespi's gonna lead us

to whoever hired him
to kill Danny Baylor.

If he drops dead, the only thing
he's going to lead us to is the morgue.

Well, you're right.

He's agitated, got
shortness of breath.

Wait a minute. There's
somebody at the door.

Let me see.

It's a bellboy with
some kind of paper bag.

What does that look like?

That looks like a syringe kit.

And, uh, some
kind of medication.


How do you know that?

Well, first of all, the man has
asthma. There's no doubt about that.

He's got all the symptoms.

Shortness of breath.
That restlessness,

wheezing, tightness in the neck.

And, with the
exception of insulin,

one of the few medicines
that a doctor will let you

inject yourself is
epinephrine. What is that?

It's an adrenergic

a common
prescription for asthma.

And your friend Crespi
over there has a severe case.

Is he gonna be all right?

If he has a standing

he probably has
it under control.

All right, well, thanks, Dad.

You're welcome.
We on for dinner?

Sure. If you want to come
back here and have a sandwich.

This is where I live until our
boy Bruno makes a move.

Well, it's neater
than your apartment.

Oh. Dad,

you may want to wipe off that
little, uh, black circle on your eye.

You didn't.


Call me if there's any change.

Okay. See you.

Another day of this, and
I'm going to go stir-crazy.

Hey, what's
happening with Bruno?

Let me see.

He's in trouble.


Get over there and
find the hotel manager.

I want Bruno's
room key right now.

You know, I am really
looking forward to this party.

Mark, it sounds as though you
enjoy your senior life sing-alongs

just as much as our patients do.

Of course he does.
He picks the music.

Mark, what song are you
and Dee singing this year?

Uh, we're doing the "Bell
Song" from Lakme this year.

Say what? I'm kidding.

You know, uh, "I'm going to sit

right down and
write myself a letter"?

I think I can handle that.

Handle it. You can sing
it six ways to Sunday.

Yeah, and you don't mess
it up too badly yourself.

All right, so we've
selected the music.

Yes. Did we rent a piano?

Yes. I ordered it. It
will be here today.

Great. Now, has everybody
on the list been contacted?


Well, everyone, except
for Norman Briggs.

You know, Mark, we were thinking

that running a hospital is such
a... such a tough and demanding job

that Norman should just go home
and go to bed when he's done.

Yeah, and this party will
probably go way past his bedtime.

You know, like 7:00 or 8:00.

Uh-huh. What's the problem?

Well, Mark, you know,
last year at the party

Norman Briggs
insisted on reciting

"The Rime of the
Ancient Mariner."

104 verses.

Yeah, and he put the
senior life citizens to sleep.

We couldn't even wake
them up to give them dessert.

So, if that's the kind
of party you want,

then we can arrange
that. You're right.

Norman has been
looking very tired lately,

and I think it's our job

to see that he
gets his rest. Right.

Hello? Hi, Steve.

Oh, oh. Be right there.

We've got a change in
Crespi's condition. Gotta go.

Here, Mark, take
this for the road.

Oh, thanks. My favorite.

Come on, don't touch
my food. Thanks.

Maria, you can do that later.

Steve, get that man out of here.

Right. Come on, outside, please.

What's wrong with
him? That's not asthma.

No. Call the health
department and tell them

we have a potential
class-one health emergency.

Put a man on all of your exits.

This hotel's quarantined.
No one in, no one out.

Seal all the exits and get the
county over here fast, all right?

What is it, Dad? What's he got?

Well, I hope I'm
wrong, but if I'm not,

he has the plague.

Tell admitting at the
Community General

I want him on IV Streptomycin.
.5 grams every three hours.

And have them run up a culture.

I want to see if it's
gone septicemic.

Right away. Let's go.

I thought the plague died
out in the Middle Ages.

It doesn't die out, Steve. It
just, uh, goes away for a while.

Hey, that's odd. I didn't think
the maid had been in the room.

Sergeant Sloan?

I'll be right back. Okay.

Hey! Hey, wait a
minute with that stuff.

Steve? Look...
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

I'm Dr. Niven. I'm head of the
Metropolitan Health Emergency Task Force.

Is there a problem? Yes, those
people are taking evidence.

They're removing
evidence? So, who are you?

I am Dr. Sloan.

You're... Oh, you're Dr. Sloan.

Are you the one who made
the, uh, first diagnosis?

That's right.

Good job, Doctor.
Good job. Listen.

Send me a written
report, will you? Let's go.

Okay, okay. All right. The
patient is under quarantine

right here at Community General.

My team is tracking this case

and we are maintaining a real-time
computer uplink with CDC in Atlanta.

Is there any chance this plague
outbreak could turn into an epidemic?

There is always grave danger.
- Dr. Niven...

Excuse me. Excuse
me. Just a moment.

I doubt that that's likely.

The hotel guests and
the staff were examined

and all given a
clean bill of health.

And Crespi himself wasn't close
enough to anyone to ever infect them.

Now, this is Dr. Sloan

who is an internist and
not an epidemiologist.

Excuse us, Dr. Sloan.

Right this way, please.
Sloan, Sloan, uh...

You didn't say, uh,
plague, did you?

You did? Yeah, I
said plague, Norman.

Oh, my God, where?


What should we do? Should we
wear masks? Are we quarantined?

Do we all have to sleep here?

Norman, calm down.
You're perfectly safe.

Sloan, I'm talking
the plague. The...

Now, the plague has killed
thousands, no, millions of people.

That's right. But that was
long before antibiotics, Norman.

Oh, so you mean,
um, I can't catch it?

Oh, you can still
catch it, of course...

Good. I'm getting a
mask. Here, use this.

Hold it down, hold it...

I'll have another report,
another update for you

a little later on this afternoon,
when we know more.

Thank you all very much.

This guy really
knows how to talk

in sound bites and work
the press, doesn't he?

Mmm-hmm. Well, I got to go.

What about your investigation?

Well, as long as Bruno Crespi's
unconscious and under quarantine

my investigation
is officially on hold.

Wait just a minute.

Dr. Niven?

Well, I'm on my way down to the
harbor to meet customs officials.

We've impounded the
freighter Crespi arrived on.

It is probably infested with rats
carrying plague-infected fleas.

I don't think he got
the plague on that boat.

Where did he catch it, his
hotel room? I think he did.

Whoa, whoa. What
are we talking about?

When Steve and I
got to Crespi's room,

there was a hotel maid
waiting to turn down the bed.

But the bed was
already turned down.

Meaning what?

Meaning someone
impersonating a hotel maid

was in Crespi's room
before we got there.

What does this have to
do with Mr. Crespi's illness?

I'm getting to that. Two
days ago, I saw a bellhop

deliver a fresh bottle
of epinephrine to Crespi.

Now, the bottle that I
saw in that room was full.


So, the maid must have
switched the bottles.

To get rid of the evidence.

Doctor, I believe that original bottle
of epinephrine was contaminated.

You see, there was a locus
of infection on Crespi's arm.

I believe he unwittingly
injected himself

with Yersinia pestis,
bubonic plague.

You're not serious?

Bruno Crespi was a
hitman with enemies.

One of them decided to
kill him with the plague.


Bizarre is an understatement.

Now, Dr. Sloan, I
admire your imagination,

but Bruno Crespi had just arrived
on a boat from Southeast Asia.

It is undoubtedly
infested with rats.

I don't have time for this.

We have to do something.

Somebody is capable of
giving people the plague.

Now what we have here
is a protocol problem.

Public health has
taken over the case

and they've bagged any evidence
that might have been in Bruno's room.

Till they release it, or Bruno regains
consciousness, my hands are tied.

I'm going to look
into it anyway.

So am I, unofficially.

I don't understand. You tried to
tell Niven how Crespi got the plague.

Why won't he listen?

He's too busy
grandstanding for the press.

We've got to find
a way to prove it.

So what can we do to help?

Go to Spengler's Pharmacy.

That's where Crespi had his
epinephrine prescription filled.

See what you can find out.

If the bottle was contaminated,

maybe somebody at the
pharmacy tampered with it.

Yeah, we'll check it.

What do you know
about, uh, Bruno Crespi?

Uh, Steve didn't
tell me much. Why?

The name rang a bell,
so I called my cousin Eddie

who used to run numbers
for the Baylor family.

Turns out Bruno Crespi
was their main enforcer.

And Danny Baylor
was killed last year.

Who's Danny Baylor? Danny
Baylor was the Baylor family prince.

He was supposed to take over the
family business after the old man died.

But somebody got to him first.

If Bruno killed Danny Baylor,
maybe somebody close to Danny

tried to kill Bruno for revenge,

and that somebody had access
to bubonic plague bacteria.

Did Danny Baylor have a widow?

He's got a widow,

a sister and a wicked
stepmother. Three tough broads.

Tell me about the Baylors.

Hello. I'm Dr. Sloan. I'm
here to see Charlene Baylor.

She's expecting you, Doctor.

She is?

Miss Baylor? Hmm?

The doctor's here.
Oh, thanks, Ellen.

See what's keeping Tony. Okay.

Miss Baylor?

Glad you could come,
Doctor. My butt is killing me.

Here. Take a look.

Uh, pardon?

Oh, th-that's a nice butterfly.

Thanks. Uh, what
seems to be the problem?

Well, I just had it done
yesterday and I think it's infected.

Oh, I see. Mmm.

I tell you, it's hard to find an
inflammation on a red butterfly.

May I? Go ahead. Poke it.

Well, let's see.

- Left wing seems all right.
- Mmm-hmm.

Right wing's okay.

The tail's okay.

Uh-huh. Ow!

Yeah, there's a hard lump
right there under the antenna.

What the hell are you
doing? I'm a doctor.

Yeah? I thought you
called Dr. Robinson.

Yeah, well, Dr. Robinson
couldn't make it,

so he sent his associate.

This is my boyfriend
Tony, Dr. Kramer.

Oh, actually, I'm
not Dr. Kramer.

So why are you looking
at Charlene's butt?

You've got some
nerve. Tony, deck him.

Well, actually, I am a
doctor. I'm a medical advisor

to the police department.

What's this about?

This morning, someone
tried to kill Bruno Crespi.

Bruno? I thought
he left the country.

Well, he's back.

Miss Baylor, were you aware that the
police think Bruno killed your husband?

And you think I tried to
kill Bruno for revenge?

Well, you see, what
happened this morning...

A woman disguised as a maid
sneaked into his hotel room

and tampered
with his medication.

Where were you this morning?

I was right here with Tony.

No offense, but Tony's
not much of an alibi.

I said I was with Tony.

If you want to check
alibis, Dr. Sloan,

I suggest you talk to
Danny's stepmother, Regina.

Tony, make him go away.

I'll... I'll make
myself go away.

If I were you, I'd have
that butterfly lanced.

You know, an infection
there, it can give you

a real pain in the chrysalis.

Thank you very much.

Crespi, Bruno
Crespi... Ah, here we go.

Epinephrine. It's a
standing prescription.

Did you fill it?

No. Mr. Spengler
took care of it himself.

Oh. Is Mr. Spengler here?
If so, we'd like to talk to him.

No. I mean, he's at
the warehouse today.

Mr. Spengler also
owns an import business.

Okay. W-what's the
address? Do you have it?

It's on the docks.
Uh, I'll go get it for you.

Thank you.

You go back to the hospital.
I'll... I'll check this out.

What do you mean?
I'm not going with you?

It's the docks, Amanda.

Yeah, and your point
is? My point is that

the guys down there, they
get... they get pretty rough.

Jack, my father owns a yacht.

I've been around
sailors my entire life.

What's so funny?
That's really funny.

Amanda, you see, the
sailors that you're used to

they... they wear
white pants and a cap

and they call
their wives "Buffy."

These are longshoremen
who drink beer for breakfast

and consider barroom
brawling an indoor sport.

You're not going.

Jack, you're so sweet.
You're worried about me.

You shouldn't worry about
me. Don't pinch me. Do not...

Here you go.

Thank you. Thank you. Great.

Amanda, give me the paper.

Hey, you.

Aren't you Steve
Sloan's old man?

You know Steve?

Yeah, sure.

I saw your picture in his
office the day he busted me.


Hey, guys!

Hey. Look who's here.

It's Steve Sloan's
old man, the doctor.


You know how many of
these guys your kid busted?

Well, you know, I mean, Steve's
a... a cop. Cops... cops bust.

You know, he's meeting me here in
just a... just a few minutes right now.

Hey, Doc.

Do I hear a siren?

Your son, he's a good guy.

He is?

Not that I like cops,
you understand.

But Steve plays fair. You got
to respect that. Right, guys?

Yeah. That's right, yeah.


So, you want to see Regina?

Yes, I do.

I'll take you to her.
Come on. Well, thank you.

I heard about Bruno
on the news. How is he?

Very, very sick.

Ms. Baylor, the police think
Bruno Crespi killed your stepson.

So do I.

Well, then wouldn't you have a very
good motive for wanting him dead?

Motive? Someone
tried to kill Bruno?


I thought he was
sick with the plague.

He is, but someone deliberately
switched the bacteria for his medication

sometime this morning.

This morning, I was right
here attending to business.

Do you have any
witnesses to that?


Your employees?

They might work
for me, Dr. Sloan,

but that doesn't
mean they're liars.

Wasn't your stepson Danny Baylor
supposed to take over the business?

Yes, he was.

But then, you did, after
Danny was murdered.

Now you run this whole empire.

Are you suggesting I had
my own stepson killed?

Did you?

That's ridiculous.

If you're looking for
someone who hated Bruno

why don't you
go talk to Jennifer,

Danny's sister?

She and Bruno used to be lovers.

Bruno Crespi and Danny's sister?

When Bruno killed Danny
and dumped Jennifer,

poor Jennifer went ballistic.

My stepdaughter is
very high-strung, Doctor.

Capable of anything.

Is that Spengler?

Yeah, I think so.

This doesn't make sense.

What the hell is a local pharmacist
doing owning an import business?

I don't know. Maybe he's
fronting for somebody.


Wait, hold on a second.

I'm going to find out who
he's talking to. You wait here...

Oh, this girl. It's
like talking to myself.


What... What is she doing?

Yeah, it's me. I
did my part, okay?

Now I want what
you owe me tonight,

or the next person that's going
to get sick is going to be you.

We close at 6:00. Be there
at 6:15, and bring the money.

Hey, Jack, are you
thinking what I'm thinking?

I think we should
be back at 6:00.

I told you it wasn't too
rough for me down here.

So I was wrong.

So, as you can see, Dr. Sloan, I
have my own life and my own business.

I'm not involved with
my family any longer,

particularly my stepmother
and sister-in-law.

Ah, there you are.
Come here. Come on.

How do you feel about
your brother Danny?

Danny. Uh, Danny was
in the mob, like my father.

People in the mob get hit.

You know, I did a little
research before I came over here

and I find you're not quite
as disinterested in your family

as you say.

According to
probate court records

you claimed that your

brother and your stepmother
conspired with each other

to cheat you out of your share
of your father's inheritance

and you lost the case.

Mmm-hmm. And since then I've
had nothing to do with any of them.

You sound a little bitter.

Well, wouldn't you be?

Look, Danny cheated me. When I
found out that he was dead, I celebrated.

Did you feel the same
way about Bruno Crespi?

Now, why would I
be angry at Bruno?

Your stepmother said that
you and Bruno used to be lovers.

Yeah, well, Regina's a bitch.

Well, she... Bubbles.

Come on, now, Bubbles.
What are you doing up there?

Come on, Bubbles. Give
the man back his glasses.

Hey, give me those back.
- Sorry.

She said you went ballistic
when Bruno dropped you.

Look, I had made a mistake.
I thought Bruno loved me.

I mean... Look, he
even bought me this ring.

Bubbles! Hey, Bubbles...

Hey, Bubbles, give me
that ring. Come on, bubbles.

I'm sorry. Just a moment.
Bubbles, come on now.

Give me the ring.
Give me the ring. Good.

Bruno only romanced me so
that he could get close to Danny

in order to kill him.

Then he dumped me and ran.

Hmm. Could be.

Or maybe you concocted
a romance with Bruno

to cover up the fact that
you hired him to kill Danny.

Come on, now.
A nice girl like me?

I mean, I'm surprised
you would say such a thing.

Really, I felt sorry for Bruno when
I heard he got sick on the boat.

Oh, he didn't.

Well, that's what I
heard on the news.

No. A woman disguised as a maid

went in and contaminated
his medication.

Hmm, wish I'd thought of that.

Maybe you did. Where
were you this morning?

Right here.

Do you have witnesses?

Oh, yeah. About
a hundred animals.

I doubt they'd do you much
good on the witness stand.

All right, thank you
very much, Jennifer.

Bye, fellas.

Okay. See you then. Bye.

Amigo, a moment?

Hi, Norman.

There you go. Why, thank you.

How are you? Good.
How are you doing?

Fine. Fine.


How shall I put this?

Just put it.

Dr. Niven wants you to butt
out of his press conferences.

Norman, was I supposed to stand
there and let him tell those reporters

that a bubonic plague was
about to sweep down on the city?

Of course not, Mark.


Is it? No, of course not.

And you can tell Dr. Niven for
me that he can keep his spotlight.

I am not interested
in press conferences.

Thank you, amigo. I
knew I could count on you.

I think I'll ask maintenance to clean
with double-strength disinfectant.

That's good.

Why, you think we need it?

No, but if it makes you feel more
comfortable go ahead and scrub away.

By the way, um, there's a
piano in the recreation room.

Where did it come from?

Piano? Beats me, Norman.
I'll check into it for you.

Thank you, Mark. If you
need me, I'll be in maintenance.


23215 extension.


Enjoy your coffee. Thank you.

I'm sorry. This patient
is under quarantine.

That's all right,
I'm his doctor.

Not anymore. What?

Dr. Niven's taken over the case.

You have to be joking.

Oh, thank you.

Dr. Niven, why did you
take me off this case?

Crespi is now my responsibility.

After all, we're dealing
with bubonic plague.

I know what we're
dealing with. I diagnosed it.

Oh, excuse me.

Another press conference?

Yes, it's my job to
keep the public informed.

In that space suit? Aren't
you overacting just a little bit?

We're talking
epidemic potential.

What epidemic?

Have you seen one other instance

of the plague anywhere here?

The hotel? The boat
he arrived on? Not yet.

Then there is no epidemic
and you're frightening people.

I resent that.

Doctor, you know perfectly well

that bubonic plague is
treatable with antibiotics.

And unless it turns pneumonic, it's
not that transmittable human-to-human.

None of this is necessary.

That is for me to say.

How are you all? Dr. Niven, Metropolitan
Health Emergency Task Force.

How are you this afternoon?

Have there been any other
cases reported besides this one?

Somebody hired Bruno
Crespi to kill Danny Baylor,

then paid him to leave town.

When Crespi came back, that
same person tried to kill him.

Probable motive, blackmail.

We have three suspects.

First of all, there's
Charlene Baylor, his wife.

She wanted his insurance money.

Regina, Danny's stepmother,

she wanted the,
uh, family business.

And his sister Jennifer,
who really hated Danny

for stealing her half
of the inheritance.

Talk about a
dysfunctional family.

They must have a
ball at Thanksgiving.

Now, you two guys overheard
that pharmacist Spengler

setting up a meeting with
whoever hired him, didn't you?

Yeah. 6:15, down at the docks.

We can make that pretty easily.

Wait a minute, I
have an autopsy.

I'm off. I'll meet
you out front, Mark.

We'll tell you
all about it later.

Well, how come I
miss all the good stuff?

Well, that's the way
the ball bounces.

Well, be careful.

Spengler said he'd
leave the door open.

So where is he?

Listen. Over there.

I know that voice.

Who is that?

Dr. Niven.

Most untreated patients die within a
48-hour period after the onset of symptoms.

Which is why we are remaining
in constant communication

with all state and national
health care control centers

coordinating our data and tracking
the progress of this plague outbreak

for epidemic potential.

Turn that trash off, will you?

And that was the conclusion
of the press conference

held earlier today with
Dr. Niven. And in other...

You said Spengler was
an importer. This is cocaine.

Here's Spengler.


He's been shot. Is he breathing?

No, he's dead.

Call 911. Get them over here.

Here's our plague bacteria.

I don't get it.

I think I do.

This is a blood sample from
the university research lab

taken from a lab rat.

Yeah, there's been a
shooting at 310 Pier. Thanks.

They've been doing
research in infectious diseases.

Including bubonic plague.

Spengler either hired somebody
to break in, or broke in himself

and took this sample
from an infected rat.

It takes two weeks
to culture the bacteria.

So whoever hired Spengler knew
that Bruno Crespi was coming back.

And Spengler provided
the bacteria that killed Bruno.

Hey, look at this, Jack.

Looks like our killer took off
with some packets of antibiotic.

Well, that makes sense.

The killer knew they'd
been exposed to the plague.

Jack. It's the wrong antibiotic.
That won't cure the plague.

Our killer is in trouble.


Hold these. I'll stall
them. You call Steve.

Mark. Mark! Wait a minute.

Hi, there.

Where's Spengler?

Ah, flat on his back.

What, like sick?
Well, he's been better.

It's not contagious?
No. What he has, no.

Spengler was holding something
for me. You know about that?

Should I?

You work for Spengler, right?

Oh, yeah, of course.

All right. Then what exactly
do I get for my money?

You get exactly
what you, uh, pay for.

How much is that?

Whatever the market'll bear.

When do I get delivery?

When can you make payment?

When we decide how much.

How much you want?
As much as you got.

I ain't got much.

I don't even know
what we're talking about!

Well, maybe you'd better come
back when you make up your mind.

Where are the police?

They're here.

Game's over, wise guy. DEA.

Bust 'em! What?

You're under arrest for
trafficking in narcotics.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used
against you in a court of law.


Hey, Steve.

My... my best friend in
the whole world, huh?

I've never seen these
two guys before in my life.

Let them go. Thank you.

Sergeant Sloan tells me you do a
lot of undercover work for the police.

He did?

I also told him that the police
don't usually know about it till later.

Excuse me.

And you didn't know
this guy was a cop?

I thought he was a gangster
and I thought I was dead.

What did you find out
about Spengler, Dr. Sloan?

Someone paid him to contaminate
Bruno Crespi's asthma medication

with bubonic plague.

And whoever it was got here
before we did and shot him.

When you investigated Spengler,
did you find any connection at all

between his operation
and the Baylor crime family?

Not directly, no, but,
uh, we're pretty sure

that Spengler's business
was run by the Baylors.

Which means that any
one of the Baylor women

would have known Spengler and
might have made a deal with him.

So that puts us
back at square one.

Until Bruno Crespi
recovers enough to tell us

who hired him to
kill Danny Baylor.

And if that Dr. Niven of
yours will let us get near him.

You know, I can't wait till Niven
finds out that you were right

about how Crespi got the plague.

That's the news
conference I want to see.

And thanks to the
prompt intervention

from the Metropolitan
Health Emergency Task Force

I am pleased to say
that our effective action

has eliminated the fear of
an epidemiological outbreak.

This guy makes me sick. He's
gonna start kissing himself in a minute.

Mr. B.

Amigo, I just came from
a hospital board meeting,

and the consensus is
this whole plague incident

turned out to be great
publicity for Community General.

Good news, Norman.

Mark Sloan. Hi, Steve.

I mean, who wouldn't
want to come to a hospital

that handles a
major medical crisis

with such calmness and control?

Right. Mr. Briggs, you
can lose the mask now.

Where? Well, I can
come right now if you want.

All right, be right there.

Steve's found some kind of evidence
in the safe at Spengler's warehouse.

He wants me to
see it right away.

Oh, I'm off-duty.
I'll go with you.

Uh, no, Amanda. I think you should
stay here and stand by at the hospital.


Oh, beep me if there's any
change in Bruno Crespi's condition.

Sure thing.

And the patient, Bruno Crespi,
is on the road to full recovery.

He is expected to regain
consciousness anytime,

and we wish to thank the
public and assure everyone

that the task force will continue
its vigilance in public matters.

And this is Dr. Niven
for the task force...

Let's go. Let me go.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

What is this? A free checkup.

You might have the plague.

I'm not sick, all right?

I just came here to tell
Bruno what a louse he is

and to give him back
this ring. All right.

Open your mouth. Say "ah."

Say "ah."


Regina Baylor.

Dr. Sloan.

Where's Bruno?

Somewhere safe.

I should have known.
The hallway was too quiet.

You set me up, didn't you?

The same way you set up Bruno
when you switched his medication.

I had it all worked out.

I thought it was perfect. I
thought Bruno would die.


I didn't count on you
doctors saving him.

It's what doctors do.

Then you had to kill Spengler
because you were afraid he might talk.

Spengler... made a mistake.

It was fatal.

For him, and very
likely, for you, too.

Regina, that antibiotic you
took from Spengler's office

will not cure the plague.

It was the wrong medication.

What do you mean?

You have the plague, Regina.

You must have caught it when you
took the syringe from Bruno's hotel room.

Now, put the gun down and let
me treat you before it's too late.

You're lying.

You're coughing,
you're sweating...

You're dying, Regina.

It's a trick.

You need help.

- Jennifer's okay. Jack checked...
- Look out, Steve.

It's over, Regina.

You're under arrest.

In a moment, Steve.
Right now she's my patient.

You know, you're lucky,
Regina. You'll probably recover.

And then what?

Then you'll stand trial for
the murder of Victor Spengler

and the attempted
murder of Bruno Crespi.

And for hiring Crespi
to kill your stepson.

Makes having the plague
seem like a picnic, doesn't it?

Okay, la-ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen of the
press, the case of Bruno Crespi...

How did you feel when
Regina Baylor tried to kill you?

Uh, threatened.

How does it feel
to be a hero, Doc?

Well, uh, the police
are the real heroes here,

but, you know, since you ask,

I first suspected that Bruno
had been deliberately injected,

when I found that one of the
epinephrine bottles was still full.

Sir, can you tell me
how you discovered that?

It was a locus of
infection that could

only have come from
the bubonic plague.

Look, why didn't you tell
us what you were doing?

Ah, I'm sorry, you guys. I just could
not take a chance on it getting out.

And then, Norman came in.
You know he can't keep a secret.

He's got a big... Excuse me.

Hey, hey. Oh. Hi, Mr. B.

Last night, you had Bruno
Crespi moved into my office.

Norman, just for a couple
of hours, I had to hide him.

You know what this means, Sloan?

I have to have my whole
office disinfected. No, repainted.

And all my furniture
replaced, and my plants.

Mr. B., Bruno is fine.

He's not contagious
anymore. Relax.

That's easy for you to say.

You're not breathing in the
same air as a plague victim.

Sloan, how do I
look? I feel nauseous.

Get some fresh air, Norman.


That's a man who handles
crisis with calm and control?

No, that's a man who just found a good
excuse to have his office redecorated.

Very good.

Before we wrap this up, how
about one more for the road?


Delores? Fine with me.

♪ I'm gonna sit right down
and write myself a letter ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And make believe
it came from you ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm gonna write
words, oh, so sweet ♪

♪ They're gonna
knock me off my feet ♪

♪ A lot of kisses
on the bottom ♪

♪ I'll be glad I got 'em, ooh ♪

♪ I'm gonna smile and say ♪

♪ I hope you're feeling better ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Then I'll close with love ♪

♪ The way you do ♪

♪ Yeah, hey, hey ♪

♪ I'm gonna sit right down
and write myself a letter ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ And make believe
it came from ♪

♪ You ♪

Why did you stop?

Hit it, maestro.

♪ I'm gonna smile and say I
hope you're feeling better ♪

♪ And close with
love the way you do ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I'm gonna sit right down ♪

♪ And write myself a letter ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ And make believe
it came from ♪

♪ And make believe ♪

♪ It came from ♪

♪ And make believe ♪

♪ Yes, it came ♪
♪ It came ♪

♪ From you ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪