Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 1, Episode 5 - The 13 Million Dollar Man - full transcript

Dr. Sloan.

He's right here, Mark.

I think the bullet punctured
his abdominal aorta.

Left shoe. Take it off.

Harlan, who shot you?

I didn't see them.

Monica or... or
Wright or Ridlin.

They knew.

I heard the message on
Monica's answering machine.

Maybe they're in on it together.

Who? Who was in on it, Harlan?



Mark, it's a lottery ticket.

You take it.

You do something good with it.

Please.

We're losing him.

Oh. Come on.

He's gone.

Call the police.

We found his car in the back of a
private club called the Red Gardenia.

Well, does anybody
know what happened?

Well, the bus boy
heard gunshots.

He went outside, found
Harlan on the ground,

went back inside to
call an ambulance.

When he comes
out, Harlan's gone.



How far is it from that
club to the hospital?

About a mile.

Then Harlan walked all
the way to the hospital.

I guess he wanted to
see you pretty badly. Yeah.

How much is that lottery
ticket worth anyway?

I don't know, Amanda
is checking it out.

Hey, Steve, you got
a phone call. Thanks.

Mark, how well did you,
uh, know this Harlan guy?

Oh, gosh, he was my patient
for years and my friend, too.

He married some society
woman named Monica Walters

and I kind of lost
touch with him after that.

One of our units
just arrested a kid

holding up a convenience store.

He had Harlan's wallet on him.

His name wasn't
W-Wright, was it?

Or... Or Ridlin?

Uh-uh. Someone named
Stevens. Jimmy Stevens.

Stevens.

Dad, don't get that look, okay?

I'll keep you posted.

Yeah, do, please.

See you. All right.

Uh, Mark, I, um...

I think I might know
this Jimmy Stevens kid.

Really? Yeah.

But if it's who I
think it is, he's, uh...

He's... He's been in trouble
before, but he's no killer.

Jimmy, man, you got
to do better than that.

Hey, look at me.

Understand this.

They're gonna charge
you with murder.

I'm telling you the truth, Jack.

I hear the shots, I go over,

and this guy's on the
ground, totally messed up.

I see the gun,

I take that and his
wallet, and I split.

I'm telling you the
truth, Jack, I swear.

What were you
doing behind the club?

I'm talking to you!

I was trying to bust into a car.

Lift the stereo or something.

Somebody going
to get me a lawyer?

Yeah. The public defender
is on his way down here.

Did... Did you see anybody else?

Anybody that might
have shot this guy?

No.

Nobody.

I didn't smoke this guy.

I don't do that.

You know me.

Yeah, I know you, Jimmy.

I'll talk to you
later, all right?

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah.

I know this kid since he's born.

He didn't kill anybody.

You're sure? I'm positive.

Okay. I trust your judgment.

You know, Mark,
I gotta tell you.

If it wasn't for you

getting me into medical
school and everything, I...

That could have
been me down there.

Buy me lunch and
I'll call it even. Deal.

See you in the
cafeteria. All right.

Mark! Oh, hi, Norman.

Maybe you can help me. Mmm-hmm?

Rubber gloves are disappearing.

Yes. From the supply room.

This is a big problem?

This kind of theft can
spread like a virus.

Look, people around
here seem to like you.

You can help me find out who's
behind this scam. When I find...

I am.

What?

I have been taking the
missing gloves, Norman.

I have my students blow them up

for the kids in pediatrics.

See?

Why do you do that?

Norman, when kids
are sick and scared,

they're very hard to treat.

Entertaining them is
very inexpensive therapy.

This is a breach of policy.

You know, Dr. Sloan,
I really try to like you,

but you never make
it easy for me, do you?

Mark.

I checked out
your lottery ticket.

You won, I can't
believe it, $13 million.

No wonder Dale
Harlan was murdered.

Oh, yeah, well...

Don't say a word
about this to anybody.

Absolutely not.

Dr. Sloan, is it true a dying
patient gave you his ticket?

Yes, that's... that's very true.

What are you going
to do with the money?

Oh, I'm sorry. No
comment right now.

Oh, come on, you gotta tell
us something about this ticket.

Dr. Sloan?

Dr. Sloan, one more
question, please?

We don't want any.

Where have you been?

This place has
turned into a zoo.

These are requests
for donations,

get-rich-quick schemes

and 11 marriage
proposals. God help us.

Did they send all these flowers?

No, those are for me.

And thanks to you I've got all
of my ex-husband's relatives

coming out of the woodwork.

Dr. Sloan's office.

Listen here, this isn't Wheel of
Fortune. This is a doctor's office.

You get sick, you
give us a call, okay?

I thought this was
supposed to be a secret.

Hey, I've got some great news.

Oh, come on in.

Dr. Sloan's office.
We're not buying any.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Martinson.

Yes, yes, I know it's time
for your yearly physical.

Okay, what do you got?

What do you think?

That's a boat.

120 feet, sleeps
eight, crew of three,

all the latest
navigational gear.

A steal at $1.4 million.

You too, huh?

Steve, that's not my money.

I promised Dale Harlan
I'd do some good with it.

And you will.

You'll do some good
sailing, some good fishing.

I don't think that's
what he had in mind.

Well, it was worth a shot.

I guess we don't have
to have a boat that big.

You know, Dale Harlan
said that only three people

even knew that he
had that lottery ticket.

His wife, a guy named Wright
and a man named Ridlin.

Whoa, Dad.

All the evidence says that
Jimmy Stevens killed Harlan.

Well, I'm not so
sure about that.

Come on, Dad, when
Stevens was arrested

he was carrying
the murder weapon

and Harlan's wallet.

That sounds pretty
open and shut to me.

I got to go. Dinner tonight.

All right. Uh, on you.

Listen, we're gonna get
a nice little boat someday.

Come on, come on, you're late
for Dale Harlan's memorial service.

How am I gonna get
through the press?

We've got that all worked
out, Mark. Trust me.

Wainwright here.

Mr. Wainwright? What a pleasure.

It's not often I
receive a personal call

from the Chairman
of the... of the Board.

What's going on with
our fundraising, Briggs?

Well, yes,

we are admittedly off to, uh,
an unseasonably slow start

but I assure you, sir, that
once we get things rolling...

The board hired you
to achieve our goals.

Why isn't this happening?

Why? Well, it's
really quite simple, sir.

I know that this year's
goal is to raise $6.2 million...

Briggs, you promised me results,

and I don't see any.

Mr. Wainwright, I pledged myself

to making the Wainwright
Wing my first priority.

Where are you going to
get the money, Briggs?

Where? That's right. Where?

Well, yes, that's a
good question, sir.

Can't you give me
a straight answer?

What are you going
to do about it, Briggs?

It's as good as done, sir.

Emergency! Get out of the way!

Hospital
administrator, 1 o'clock.

Where's Dr. Sloan? I can't
get through to his office.

He's around here somewhere.

Oh, my God, he's
supposed to be dead.

Check his vital signs.

We're heading for a second
opinion right now, Norman.

Mark.

Mark, we really
have to get together.

I have some very important
projects to discuss with you.

Projects that I think
you're going to love.

I'll give you a call.

Will you take it easy, Jack?

Patience.

Patience is the
better side of virtue.

Is this the Harlan funeral?

Yes, it's just finishing.

♪

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Mrs. Harlan.

I'm so sorry, dear.

Jeez!

Wait a sec. I saw... I saw
you on television. Yes.

You're... You're
Dr. Sloan. That's right.

Yeah, I'm... I'm Larry Wright.

Um, you know, that lottery
ticket, it... it belongs to me.

What? Yeah.

I'll... I'll be in touch.

Dr. Sloan.

Mrs. Harlan, we have never met,

but I wanted to tell you how
sorry... I want that lottery ticket.

Well, I understand
how upset you must be...

Dale gambled away
$500,000 of my money.

He lost it to some
crook named Ridlin.

Yes, Dale did
mention Ridlin to me.

Listen, who was that
man who just left there?

That is Larry Wright.

He's the man who
introduced Dale to gambling.

And now, Ridlin is after me to
make good on Dale's markers

and I will do that as soon as
you give me that lottery ticket.

Oh, I wish I could
do that, Monica,

but it was Dale's dying
wish it be given to charity.

Breathe. Take a deep
breath. Take a deep breath.

She'll be fine.

Breath. You all right?

Oh, I am sorry.

I'm sorry, that's the only
time that's ever happened.

Maybe you'd better
see your physician.

Oh, poor Dr. Kelly
died six months ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Dr. Sloan, if I feel
worse may I call you?

Of course you may.
It's the least I could do.

Oh, thank you.

You are every bit the man
Dale always said you were.

Need a ride, Dr. Sloan?

Who are you?

I work for Alex Ridlin.
He'd like to meet you.

Oh, Ridlin. I'd like
to meet him, too.

Hmm. Nice leather seats.

♪

Oh, thank you for coming,
Dr. Sloan. I'm Alex Ridlin.

Hello.

Terrible what happened
to Dale, wasn't it?

Yes, yes, it was.

I understand Dale was a
member of the club here.

He came here often to relax.

And sometimes gamble.

Sometimes.

You know, according
to his wife Monica,

he didn't exactly
break the bank here.

He owed me $497,000.

Which he promised he would
pay me out of his lottery winnings.

Dale told me how he
wanted that money spent.

He didn't mention you or the
club or any gambling debts.

Well, that's an
unfortunate oversight.

I assure you we discussed
that the night he died.

I don't doubt that.

You know, I don't think
that Dale was killed

by that kid they
arrested, though.

Oh? Well, then who did it?

Well, wouldn't you think

somebody who knew
about that lottery ticket?

The evening that Dale
Harlan left my office,

Mr. Landers and Mr. Quill
were in a high-stakes game

and because of that, I
didn't leave my office.

Now, anyone around
here can attest to that.

Well, I guess I have a genuine
mystery on my hands, don't I?

Dr. Sloan, I really think you
should pay Mr. Harlan's debt to me

out of the lottery winnings.

That's the right thing to do.

Would you like to, uh,
give Dr. Sloan another ride?

What?

Back to the hospital.
Oh. Oh, thank you.

Appreciate it.

I suppose Larry Wright or Monica

could have waited outside
the club and shot him.

We better increase
Mrs. Foster's medication.

Maybe Ridlin had some
kind of secret entrance.

So he could get in and out of
his office without being noticed.

What about Eckstein?

Discharge him. And
tell him to stop smoking.

You mean like those swinging
walls in the movies? Yeah.

You know, my great uncle
Louis was a bootlegger.

And he had one of them.

He did? Yeah, I
told you about him.

Now, it would be interesting
to find out if Ridlin has one.

Why don't you look at these
numbers on Mrs. Wilson?

Uh, better take another culture.

You know, one of the last things
that Harlan said before he died

was that he heard a message
from Larry Wright to Monica

on Monica's machine.

Now, there is a tape
I'd like to hear. Yeah.

Monica Harlan?
What's wrong with her?

Well, her late doctor
was a colleague of mine.

That is the last checkup report
she has and she's in perfect health.

I'll get it, Shirley.

Why, Dr. Sloan.
What a nice surprise.

I have to tell you the truth,
I've been a little concerned

about your fainting spell. Oh.

How have you been
feeling, Mrs. Harlan?

Uh, lonely.

Would you like a
drink? No. No, thank you.

May I ask when you
had your last checkup?

Oh, I've been a
naughty girl, Doctor.

Not very recently. Mmm.

Say... What?

What is it? Uh...

Do you have a room
that's just a little bit darker?

Maybe an office?

I'd just like to check
your pupils, if I may.

Yes.

Okay, just look at the wall
over there for a second.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Is there a problem?

Well, let's hope not.

Let me take your pulse.

You can take anything
you like, Doctor.

Well, I think I'll
take this one here.

Just, uh, breathe
normally, Mrs. Harlan.

Well, that won't be easy.

How well do you know
this, uh, Larry Wright?

Hardly at all. Why?

Well, he seems to think that
lottery ticket belongs to him.

Oh, that money should go to me,

but we can talk
about that later.

Well, your pulse
is slightly elevated.

But to tell you the truth, the
resting pulse is only half the picture.

I'd like to test you after you've
had some strenuous activity.

Well, you're the doctor, Doctor.

I'll tell you...

Why don't you run up and
down your staircase three times?

My staircase?

Or you can come to the hospital.
I can put you on a treadmill.

No, I hate hospitals.

You won't go away?
No, of course not.

Hi, Monica, it's Angie.

Uh, let's go to lunch
this week, okay?

Monica, uh, this is Larry.
Uh, meet me tonight...

Oh, the hell with it.

You're back. I'm exhausted.

Let's have a listen here.

Oh.

Thank you.

No, your pulse is well
within the normal range.

Of course, if you'd like to come
in for a physical, I can arrange it.

Aren't you going
to stay for lunch?

Oh, I wish I could but I
am also a teaching doctor

and I have a class waiting
for me right now. Oh.

Maybe some other time.

Anytime at all,
Doctor. Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

You like pigs?

I don't know any.

Well, you're going to.

Somebody's sending
you a pot-bellied pig.

Said it's the pet of the future.

Well, you tell them
I don't want any.

Maybe the pig can answer
this mail. I have to talk to you.

Oh, come right in, Mr. Wright.

Well, actually it's Dr. Wright.
I'm a... I'm a dentist.

Oh, I see.

What can I do for you?

Well, you know, over
the last three years

I loaned Dale Harlan
nearly a million dollars

to cover his gambling debts.

A million dollars?

Yeah, well, we were
very close friends.

And... And he assured me that
his wife would cover his loans.

That I would be paid
substantial interest.

You see, I... I have, um,

these signed
notes r-r-right here.

Well, then why don't you
go to Mrs. Harlan and collect?

Well, actually I don't... I
don't know her that well

and, um, besides, her attorney
says that Dale forged her signature.

So, um, these notes
really aren't legal, anyway.

Oh.

And I didn't have the ready
cash, um, that Dale had promised,

so I missed out on
a commodities deal

which would have netted
me over $10 million.

So you figure the $13
million is yours. Yeah, right.

I mean, you add in
the... the interest...

Sure, I... I'd say so.

So, uh, you have
the, uh, lottery ticket

and the obligation
to pay Dale's debts.

Well, I'm afraid I don't
see it that way, Dr. Wright.

Oh.

Well, maybe you will,

Sloan.

Jack is on Line 2. Oh.

Jack? Where are you?

I'm at the Red
Gardenia. You're what?

I'll explain when
you get down here.

♪

Dr. Sloan. Oh, Mr. Ridlin.

Want to test your luck?

I'm not much of a
gambler, I'm afraid.

I got about enough cash
to get out of the parking lot.

Oh, your marker's good here.

After all, you're about
to come into a fortune.

Well, it seems to be
my lucky week. Why not?

Is 20 in credit enough?

Oh, more than enough.

There you go.

What's your game?

I think I'd like to try
the, uh, blackjack.

It's there.

Jack, this is Dr. Sloan.

Hello. You treat him well.

Yes, sir.

Good luck. Thank you.

Jack, what are you doing here?

Well, I had some time off.

The head dealer here is a guy I
know from the old neighborhood.

Owes me a couple of favors.

This could be very,
very dangerous.

Only if you blow my cover.

Place a bet. Ten chips.

See those video
cameras behind me?

Yeah.

Ridlin's going to see
me deal you seconds.

Is that good?

He calls me into his office.
Boom, I get a look around.

Blackjack.

Promise me you won't do
anything foolish, will you?

All you got to do
is let me look good.

How do I do that?

You just did.

How is clipping me for 20
bucks going to impress Ridlin?

It wouldn't.

Try $20,000.

Mr. Ridlin, you
wanted to see me?

If there's a next time,

you stay out of my office
until you're invited in.

Sure. What's up?

You took Dr. Sloan
down dealing seconds?

Yeah. So what's the problem?

I told you I run my
operation strictly legitimate.

Come on. What's 20 grand
to a guy worth $13 million?

No, I gave you an order.

All right.

But you're wasting my talent.

Well, not... not quite.

I want you to deal the
big game tomorrow night.

You won't be sorry.

Mark?

Come here and listen to this.

Hmm.

Monica, uh, this is Larry.

Uh, meet me tonight, 6:00 at
the same place. It's important.

That's from Monica's
answering machine.

It sounds like they're lovers.

And they definitely lied about
barely knowing each other.

You know, they could be
just covering up an affair.

Or it could be they both
together murdered Dale Harlan.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, either way, how
are we gonna prove it?

I have a plan.

Oh, no.

It's a pig! Oh, my...

Her name's Miss Piggy.

And she's all yours.

Excuse me, is this
Dr. Wright's office?

Yes, it is. Fabulous.

I'm Amanda Bentley
from Magic Makeovers.

We talked this morning.

I'm here to fill in for you so you
can get that Magic Makeover.

This is incredible. I can't
believe I won a free makeover.

Girlfriend, believe it.

Because you've won free nails,
free makeup, hair. The works.

All you have to do is present
this certificate to Susan,

your personal cosmetician.

And she'll take
care of all the rest.

Great!

Oh!

I told Dr. Wright I had some
personal business. Didn't say what.

Uh, he appointment
book's right here.

And Dr. Wright's in
there with a patient.

Oh, and whatever you do,

don't interrupt him.
He'll bite your head off.

Oh, I won't then. Bye-bye.

Bye.

How come you're the
one with all the money

and I'm answering the mail?

You're absolutely
right, Delores.

I'll pitch in and
help some here.

"Mr. Sloan..."

Oh, this is terrible.

The man's toaster blew up and
burned his house to the ground.

Give me that.

He's living in a vacant lot now.

And you're going
to be his roommate

if you keep falling for every
con artist that comes along.

I've been crunching the numbers

and for $6.2 million,

you could transform Community
General into a major medical center.

Is that a pig?

Yes, it is, Norman,
but I can explain that.

That's not necessary, Mark.

I'm sure you have a good
reason for keeping that animal

for research.

So, is this a good time for
us to go over these figures?

$6.2 million... Hello? Dr. Sloan,
Steve's looking for you.

Oh, excuse me, Norman. Later.

Of course, Mark. Anytime.

I wish not to see that
creature in this hospital again.

Unless he has an apple
in his mouth. Comprende?

Yes, Mr. Briggs. He's barbecue.

Thank you.

Don't worry, honey.

If I'm gonna stick an
apple in anybody's mouth,

it'll be his.

You're out there, you're
looking up at a million stars.

You know, and the
moon is just reflecting...

Excuse me, you wanted to see me?

Uh, yeah, I'll call
you later, Patty.

Listen, Dad, have you
given any more thought

to what charity's going
to get that $12.5 million?

That's $13 million.

Well, I figured you should get

a little fee for your
troubles, you know.

And I have found a great
boat for only $500,000.

Nice try, Steve.

Now, did you bring me the
crime photos I asked for?

Mmm-hmm. You know, I
shouldn't encourage you like this.

Yes, but you want
to stay in my will.

What's... This is the
rear of the Red Gardenia.

And that's where
the car was parked.

There's a dent in the door.

Does this say something to you?

I don't know yet.

Well, I'll just keep these pictures
for my collection, if you don't mind?

Thank you.

I need you to tell me
if you saw anybody

go in or out of this door.

No.

No. Nobody.

The judge wouldn't go for bail.

I know.

You need anything?

Somebody else's luck.

I'll tell you
something, my friend.

If you get out of this one,

you have to change a couple of
things. You know what I mean?

Yeah.

And I want to.

All right.

Let me see. How about 11:30?

Okay, Mr. Moore, we'll... we'll
see you next Tuesday, all right?

All right, we'll see you then.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm your temp.

I'm filling in for Lucy. She'll
be in tomorrow. Oh, okay

I... I have some
messages for you.

Uh, ADA meeting is
on Friday. Mmm-hmm.

Mrs. Baker canceled. Yeah.

Mr. Pickett has a terrible
toothache. Yeah, of course.

And Mrs. Monica
Harlan wants to see you.

Does she?

Uh, I'm... I'm going to
be closing up early today.

You... You... You can,
uh, lock up Miss, uh...

Bentley.

This is Monica Harlan. Please
leave a message after the beep.

Monica, uh, this is Larry.

Uh, meet me tonight, 6:00 at
the same place. It's important.

Mark! Mark.

Larry Wright's in Unit Number 5.

- So is Monica.
- You called me.

You egomaniacal creep.

I cannot believe you brought
me again to this trash dump!

I thought you liked this...

Dr. Sloan, what
are you doing here?

Wait a second. Wait...
If it's not my temp.

Monica, I think the good doctor
sent us both phony messages.

You set us up?

Why?

Look, Dale was killed
because of that lottery ticket.

Now, only you two and one
other person even knew he had it.

You think we
killed Dale? Oh, my.

Well, it's a reasonable
assumption.

After listening to your
answering machine

and finding out you
two have a relationship.

Relationship?

One night at the club,
Dale and I argued.

I had way too much to drink.

As I was leaving the club, this
dentist picked me up in the parking lot.

By the time I came to my senses,

I was in that room making
the biggest mistake of my life.

Oh, yeah, well, you're right.

If it was the biggest mistake of your
life, why... why did you do it again?

I was having a breakdown. Right.

So, you aren't
really all that close?

No, not anymore and
we did not kill Dale.

Well, then you
wouldn't mind telling us

where you were when
Dale was murdered.

Yeah, well... We
were... We were here.

The unfortunate
night that I referred to

was the night that
Dale was murdered.

Yeah, and if you
don't believe us,

you could ask the boy

who brought us our dinner
from the Chinese restaurant.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

I think I owe Monica an apology.

Yeah.

Where is Dr. Sloan? Out.

When will he be in?
When he comes back.

It's imperative Sloan give this
proposal his undivided attention.

Fine. Put it on
the proposal pile.

No, you don't understand.

This is vitally important.

This is the Wainwright Wing.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Top priority readouts
go there on my desk.

Thank you, Delores.

You're welcome.

Come back here with my Renoir!

Put that painting
down right now!

You cowardly beast!

You cannot get away with this!

Stop those men!

What's going on here?

Since Mrs. Harlan refuses
to pay her husband's debt,

Mr. Ridlin's doing
a little collecting.

Well, you just can't
take her property.

You going to stop us?

Come back here!

Are you out of your mind?

If Ridlin thinks that I am
going to take this lying down,

then he is messing with
the wrong muchacha.

Now, I checked out
that Chinese restaurant

and Monica and Wright
were definitely in the room.

So, that leaves Ridlin

who supposedly was
in his office. Mmm-hmm.

I'm telling you, there's a secret
door in that office somewhere.

What's that? What
are you looking at?

Harlan's car.

You notice how it's parked
right next to the club?

What's that supposed to tell us?

I don't know yet.

Jack, how long before Ridlin lets
you deal that big game upstairs?

Tonight. Why?

Deal me in.

♪

Dr. Sloan, nice to
see you. Mr. Ridlin,

nice of you to give me a
chance to get my money back.

This is Amanda
Bentley. How do you do?

She's helping me figure out
how to get rid of my lottery money.

I'm sure she is.

I hope you like poker.

I love it. I haven't played
since my premed days.

This ought to be fun.

Jack, you remember Dr. Sloan?

Good evening, sir. Hi.

Oh, you're gonna play, too?

Oh yeah. Great, great.

All right, young man.
Give me the best you got.

Tough luck, sir.

Five thousand to you, sir.

Right. Five thousand...

Five thousand.

Oh.

There we go.

Let's see, uh...

Well, you show
yours first, right?

Full house. Aces over kings.

Oh, gee!

All I got are twos.

Sir, four deuces
beats a full house.

You... You mean to
tell me I won again?

Boy, oh, boy, am I hot tonight.

Isn't this great?

It sure is, baby.

I did not know that a
flush beat a straight.

You want some of these?

Maybe later, baby.

If everybody is agreeable,
why don't we take a break?

Get some refreshments?

I could sure use
a drink about now.

Uh, waitress? Ginger
ale all around here.

May I see you for a moment?

What the hell is going
on? I told you to take him.

Take it easy. I'm just setting
him up so he doesn't catch on.

Sloan wouldn't catch on
if you dealt him five jokers.

Come on. Shall we?

You got it.

Four kings.

Well, you are not
going to believe this.

Four aces.

I have always been lucky

but never anything like this.

Sir, you missed one.

Oh, thank you.

Uh... Whoa, look at
the time. That's it for me.

No. So soon? The
evening's just beginning.

Oh, maybe for you.

I have to take out a
gallbladder in exactly six hours.

And patients get very peeved

when the surgeons fall
asleep during their surgery.

Yes, now, we'd like to collect
our winnings if you don't mind.

Well, if you'll just wait
here for a moment, Doctor.

I'll be right back.

You're not getting
away with this, Ridlin.

Monica, there's been
a misunderstanding.

Sloan!

You know, you're a very
clever man, Mr. Ridlin.

Rigged poker
games, secret exits.

Look at this.

The paint on that door
matches Dale Harlan's car.

What are you saying?

The night Dale Harlan was murdered,
he came right here to the club.

He parked right here next to
the door and went to your office.

When he left the office,

you went out the secret exit,

came out that door and shot him.

And you searched
him for that ticket

and you didn't find the ticket.

But you almost got
away with murder

if you hadn't dented Harlan's
door when you opened it.

Now, I'll bet you

that the paint on that door will
match when the police test it.

That's what I think.

What do you think?

I think you figured it out.

And your luck just ran out.

I think I should tell you
that my son's a police officer.

Oh, really? Congratulations.

Perhaps you'd like to meet him.

Hi. I'm the son and
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent...

I know my rights.
I want my lawyer.

Well, I guess
congratulations are in order.

Thank you.

Guess it's a good thing

I put a little paint
on that door, huh?

Well, it looks like it worked.

Well, thanks to you two.

And it looks like your
day is not over yet.

Mark.

Go talk to that
policeman. What about?

Didn't I do what you said?

I arrived exactly at
10:30, I shot the place up...

Nobody could have
done it better, Monica.

But do you recall our
discussion about using blanks?

Oh, that wouldn't have
been nearly as effective.

Now, tell him I
want my gun back.

All right.

And call me.

I need to be examined.

Well, after all, I am a doctor.

Yes.

Yes, you are.

It's a pleasure to present you
with this check for $13 million.

Thank you very much.

Look at all those zeros.

Do you know what you're gonna
do with the money, Dr. Sloan?

Yes, I'm going to donate it to
Community General Hospital.

Yes! All right.

That's wonderful.

Yes, I was looking at some
proposed projects yesterday.

And I noticed that something I feel is very
important to the community was missing.

So, as a result in the name of
Community General Hospital,

10 fully-equipped
mobile medical clinics

will be sent to the less
affluent parts of our community.

What?

And serving as our
community liaison,

I'd like to present to
you Mr. Jimmy Stevens.

Jimmy, would you come up here?

A fine young man.

All right, Jimmy!

And who is this?

Who? Him?

That's just, uh, a guy who's had a
lot of experience redistributing money.