Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 2, Episode 1 - full transcript


(steady beep tone)

(theme song playing)

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

It's Dr. Sloan,

and what ever happened
to that Marshall workup?

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

Sloppy. Very, very sloppy.

What are you talking about?

I ran all the tests myself.

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

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

Good morning, Mark, Jack. Hey.

It is Dr. Sloan, please,

and where in the world

is the Turlington autopsy?

Well, I was taking
it to your office.

Amanda, that is sloppy. Slo...?

That is very very sloppy.

I am sorry, Amanda.

I'm a little edgy today,

but gentlemen,
this is a hospital.

Lives are at stake.

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

Yes, exactly.

Jack, what was that all about?

It's Dr. Stewart.

Oh, please!

Good... Hold all my calls.

I don't want to be disturbed.


Good morning, Delores.

That's a pretty outfit.

Is that new?

It's as old as the hills.

Well, it's back in style.

(phone ringing)

Dr. Sloan's office.

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

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

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

You're welcome.

Who was that?

Norman Briggs.

Why didn't you put him through?

I want to talk to
him right away.

Get him back.

Mr. Briggs?

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

Listen, I want to know...

What's going on?


They said that my
record-keeping was sloppy.

Well, I'm going to
show them sloppy.

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

You're being audited?

You guessed it.

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

Next time, I'll make
an appointment

like a civilized human being.

All right. Hold it right there.

I've been holding.

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

How about ten to twenty?

MARK: Good-bye, Delores.


What's gotten into you?

The sharp claws of the IRS,

thanks to that accountant
you recommended

after my accountant
got gallstones last year.

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

What do you mean, you hear?

I thought he was
your accountant.

I do my own taxes.

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

Well, where did you
hear of this guy Pitt?

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

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

Just a few
insignificant phobias:

heights, spiders, cheese.

I'm going to stay calm.

I mean, after all,

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

Of course not, Mark. (chuckles)

Does this Pitt really
do a good job for him?

Pitt is not my
therapist's accountant.

He's a patient.


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

I hear he's a very good patient.

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

Oh, you don't think

they actually look at
each return, do you?

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

(knock at door)

You want to get that?

MARK: What, so that means that

neither you nor I did
anything wrong here.

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

Oh, exactly.

Pure chance.

So just relax.

Now, I have been
through tons of these,

and so far, I am batting 500.

That means you've
lost half of them?

I know you're smoking out there.

What do you care?

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

You have no idea where
these carcinogens are going.

They could be sucked in

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

Chinese food for breakfast.

Well, it works for the Chinese.

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

Oh, sure.

Just the creative
accounting you pay me for.

No MSG, right?

NADINE: Right.

Creative accounting?

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

Each return that
comes out of here

is a reflection of
my personality.

I am definitely smelling MSG.

Yeah, take it back.

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

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

to explain your creative
accounting to the IRS agent.

Nah, I can't get away.

You'll have to come here.

I have a hospital
full of patients

who need my attention.

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

that kills you.

JACK: Amanda, we got a problem.

AMANDA: What is it?

It's Mark. Delores just called.

She said there was an emergency

and she needs us right away.

Emergency? In his office.

In his office? Yeah.

You don't think...?

I don't know what to think.

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

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

Yeah. "Sloppy,
very sloppy," right?

Do me a favor, alert
ICU immediately.

Uh, yeah.

Tell them to prepare for a
possible cardiac emergency stat.

The same message as
before, only this time double.



Hey, Delores said that
you had an emergency?

It is an emergency all right.

There's an IRS agent
due here any minute,

and my accountant
didn't show up.

There's an Agent
McCord here to see you.

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

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

you two need me
badly in the ER, right?

You got it.

Uh, that'll be all, Doctors.

And remember, I want
an explicit report written.

I don't tolerate any sloppiness.

Yes, Doctor.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

McCord, Gretchen. IRS.

Oh. Sloan, Mark. M.D.

May I say you
look a little young

to be working for the IRS.

Not to imply, of course,

you're not supremely
qualified for the job.

I would imagine any job.

Would you like a job?

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

There's really no
need to be nervous.

Why, I'm not nervous, actually.

Uh, just, uh, poised for action.

You know, in a bustling
hospital like that,

you never know when
you'll have to drop anything

of a personal
nature and go solve

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

Although sometimes you
can predict it pretty well.

Two more minutes.

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

I have been audited before,

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

and your record-keeping
isn't sloppy.

Well, if he would have
followed my example,

he wouldn't be in this mess.

Jack Stewart, are you like me?

Do you keep meticulous
records for every deduction?

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

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

What's it, about
eight percent now?

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

I'm kidding you.

(pager beeping)

You know, some people

become quite
agitated in these audits.

No. Really?

Yes, so I try to make it clear

that it is not a
criminal investigation.

It is merely a simple
accounting procedure.

I'm an accountant.

I'm not a police officer.

"You have the right
to remain silent.

"Anything you say can and will

be used against
you in a court of law."

(snickering): It's just...

it's just a little
IRS humor. Oh.

Just something to break the ice.

I'm melting already.

Would you excuse me
just for a moment, please?

Where are they?


Jack and Amanda.

Oh, medical emergency.


Imagine that
happening in a hospital.

There was a real one and they

didn't call me?

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

About what?

A medical emergency.


"Roller skates, $119.00."

Ah, yes.

You know, this is
such a large hospital,

and I have to
move quite quickly.

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

I can perform all of my
duties much more efficiently.

Interesting. Unique.


Now, this.

What's that?

"Leather recliner. $1,000."

(stammering): Yes. You see,

I use that to read
the medical journals.

I must keep up on
the newest innovations,

of course, in medicine.

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

Do you read anything
else in this chair, Doctor?

Is that a trick question?



You're catching on.

Does that mean it's deductible?

Of course not.

(door opens)

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

Mr. Briggs, how is the patient?

All right.

There is a medical emergency

that needs my
immediate attention.

This will have to wait.

Let's go.

You traitor, you.

You parked in my space again.

Because somebody parked in mine.

That's not my problem.

It is if I park in yours.



Pitt, come on out here.

Your days are numbered, Pitt.


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

dead man.

NADINE (screaming): Oh, my God,

you killed him!!

(indistinct conversation)

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

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

Admiring his handiwork.
I was examining

the wound. His
hands wrapped around

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

Why would I strangle
him if I just stabbed him?

Are you admitting
you stabbed him?


Detective, take a look at this.

There's several messages
on the answering machine.

Dad, I got your
message. You okay?

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

Can you get me out of here?

No problem. Who's
the officer in charge?

Uh... that one.

(answering machine
tape rewinding)

(answering machine beeps)

(on answering machine):
This is Avery Decker calling.

You can't duck me forever, Pitt.

And you know something?
Most fatal accidents happen

at home... think about it.

Detective Van Sickle?

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

Detective Sloan.

(whispers): I tried to call.

(quietly): I waited
for you all night.

Let me make it up to you.

You can't. We're through.


I warned you once,
Pitt, and Nick Kove

doesn't repeat himself.

You're gonna pay
for what you took,

and Nick Kove is gonna collect.

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

Well, your father
is the prime suspect

in a brutal murder here.

What about all those threats

on the answering machine?

Aren't those people
your suspects?

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

Leaning. I was leaning.

Come on, what possible
motive could my father have?

(answering machine beeps)

Pitt, this is Mark Sloan.

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

(laughs): It's... a
figure of speech.

I forgot it the
minute I said it.

Sloan again. Same
message as before,

only this time double.

My office, 10:00
tomorrow morning.

I suggest you bring a lawyer.

Dr. Sloan already has a 10:00.

Gretchen McCord, IRS.

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

was called away on
a medical emergency,

so I decided to track down
his accountant instead.

Imagine my surprise
when I got here.

Well, a criminal investigation,

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

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

Of course, I would share
any data that I found

with you immediately.

All right.

You can see Dr. Sloan
in the morning,

I'll meet with him in
the early afternoon,

and we can compare notes
and coordinate our attack.


Did they just shake
hands? Mm-hmm.

Bad sign.

Oh, I'm in trouble.

Uh, did she say "attack"?

JACK: Mario.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, the family's fine.

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

Now, listen to me.

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

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

and kick me where
it hurts later, right?

Wait a minute. Wai... No.

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

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

My trip to Hawaii?

What are you talking about?

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

with the girl, it
was tax-deductible.

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

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

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

And file an amended
return, you got that?

All right, tell me
you understand.

Great. Good-bye.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

What have you come up with?

Come up with?

I haven't come up with anything.

You heard Lieutenant Van Sickle.

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

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

I could be suspended.

Or worse. What
are you doing here?

Came for breakfast.

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

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

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

Hey, Steve. Hey, Jack.


Hey, Mark. What
do you got there?

Uh, nothing. Doesn't
have anything.

Steve's not, uh, helping me.

Your own father. Man!

Pitt got his accounting degree
from a correspondence school?

(chuckles): Yeah.
What'd he have to do,

draw Sparky or something?


STEVE: Mm! What's that?

STEVE/MARK: Nothing.
JACK: Steve's not helping Mark.

His own father?

STEVE: Officially,
I'm not even here.

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

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

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

who called and threatened
Pitt on his answering machine.

One was a lawyer

named Avery Decker,
and the other one

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

And they were
both Pitt's clients.

STEVE: Okay,

I'm gonna get my file now.

Head back to the precinct.

Thanks for not stopping by.

It's always great
not seeing you.

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

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


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

So now what? I think
the first order of business

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

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

AMANDA: You know,
I've always been interested

in learning self-defense.

Perhaps Mr. Kove
has an open class.

You know, nobody knows
more secrets about a guy

than his secretary. True.

Hey, you know, Lieutenant
Van Sickle did say that

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

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

(indistinct announcement
over P.A. system)

Dr. Sloan,

we have an audit to
conduct, remember?

Agent McCord, my
accountant was just murdered.

So? Maybe you did it.

Should I reward you by
stopping my investigation?

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

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

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

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

right now to be discussing
your personal problems.

We have a patient in E.R.

AMANDA: Yes, and
he's experiencing

an auricular arrhythmia.

Compounded by several
acute ventricular extrasystoles,

which could signal very serious
life-threatening cardiac arrhythmia.

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

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

Feel free to sit in my office

until I have the
patient stabilized.

MAN: May I help you?

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

Would you like to
see more of me?

I beg your pardon?

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

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

but I'm interested in
the private lessons.

(chuckles): Of course you are.

Everybody wants to
learn from the master.

But Nick Kove is a
martial arts superstar.

His time is very valuable.

Well, I doubt very
much that the manager

of my trust fund would've
recommended you

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

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

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

Now is your chance
to join the elite few

lucky enough to
own shares... ha!

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

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

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

No one knew Steven
Segal was, either,

until he made a movie.

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

You know, people who
didn't invest back then

are kicking themselves today.

You get it? They're
kicking themselves.

(fake laugh) You see, Nick Kove

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

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

but I never make any investments

unless I talk to
Ernie Pitt first.

Ernie Pitt manages your money?

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

(exhales): You're
wasting my time.

Well, what if I want to invest?

If Ernie Pitt is your accountant,
whatever cash you had

is long gone. Are you speaking
from personal experience?

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

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


(doorbell rings)

Can I help you?

(voice breaks): I'm sorry.

(sighs): I thought I
could handle it, but...

just seeing the
old place again...

Who are you?

I'm Ernie Pitt.

(gasps): Ernie Pitt's dead.


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

I was named after him.

Nephew? Uh-huh.

Ernie... my Ernie,
the dead Ernie,

never mentioned he had a nephew.

In fact, he never even
mentioned a brother.

Well, that's because they...

(sniffles): that's because they
stopped speaking years ago.

But, uh, see, a few weeks ago,

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

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

he says, "Go to
your Uncle Ernie.

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

(crying): Tell him I..."

I'm sorry. Oh,

you poor man. I'm just gonna go.

No, no, no, no, no.

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

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

Um... coffee would
be nice. Okay.

Thank you. Cup of coffee.

Dad finally wanted
to... patch things up.

Well, I guess now
they'll have to wait

till they're reunited in heaven.

(sighs): Dear old Uncle Ernie.

You know, nothing
could stop his wanderlust.

Are you kidding? He
never left the house.

Sent me out for everything.

Must've been the plane crash.

Plane crash?

(sighs): Yeah.

May I sit down?

Oh, of course. Thank you.

Yes, it was, uh...

it was just-just
outside of Las Vegas.

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

He was the sole
survivor. That explains

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

I had no idea.

I thought it was because of
his Cayman Island accounts.

Oops. Forget I said that.

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

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

(sighs) so beautiful

looking after him.

(phone ringing)

The late Ernie Pitt's office.

No, I'm not alone.

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

and they're all better than you.

Sure. Come on over.

You can hear my
screams of ecstasy.

(sighs) Can you believe it?

My ex-boyfriend.

He thinks he still owns me.

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

Of all the idiotic,
disgusting, repulsive...


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

and everything.

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

Frank? Hi, Amanda Bentley.

I couldn't be better. And you?


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

Yes, the champagne...

the caviar.


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

I still have all of the shells.

However, Frank,
I was wondering...

Did we discuss business?

Would you be willing
to swear to that in court?

Bless you.


Excuse me, I'm Dr. Mark Sloan.

I'd like to see Avery Decker.

Not as much as he
wants to see you.

He just got here.

I've been waiting
for you all morning!

You have?

You'll find everything
you need in here.

You know the drill.


When you finish the
exam, send the patient back

and we'll process them through.

If you need more insurance
forms, let Roland know.

Number 118, you're up.

Oh, come on in.

Now sit down, number 118.

What happened to you?

I was rear-ended by a truck.

Oh, were you in a car?

(chuckles): Just a joke.

Do you have any
tingling in the toes?

Oh, yes. Lots of tingling.

Shooting pains in the
thumbs. Constantly.

Nose cramps. Night and day.

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

For what?

Insurance fraud, son.

Go home.

I don't recall seeing

anything about your private
practice on your tax return.

What are you doing here?

I followed you
from the hospital.

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

of yours would keep me from...

What the hell's wrong with you?

MARK: Just a moment.

That's no way to
talk to a patient.

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

and I thoroughly agree
with you, Ms. Groggins.

These people were in
terrible car accidents.

No treatment, no
expense is too much.

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

(door slamming)

And I am going to
report you to the AMA.


Where are you going?

Uh... medical emergency.

Dr. Cooper. Sorry I'm late.

My malpractice hearing
went longer than I figured.

So, what do we have here?

Personal injury or
corporate negligence?

Go on in there.

If this is our guy,
who just left?

Follow Dr. Sloan.

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

or a reporter or a cop.

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

And don't forget
our company motto.

"Make it look like an accident."


MARK: You've got to believe me.

I went there to find
out why Avery Decker

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

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

You know, once
you're behind bars,

you really should try
your hand at writing.

You're very good at fiction.

(loud bang)


Aha? Aha what?

I think we're onto something.

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

MARK: This is terrific.

run off the road.

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

Don't you see?

Whoever did this
thinks I'm getting close.

Cl-Close? To what?

The murderer.

Are you? No.

Then what are you
so damn happy about?

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

Then we've got him.

Wait a minute.

Where do you
get this "we" stuff?

I am an Internal Revenue
field agent person.

I don't go chasing
after murderers...

I mean, unless
they owe back taxes.

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

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

Wait just a minute.

This looks like a
medical emergency.

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

Here... Oh...

Oh, will you stop following me?

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

What are you doing
at my father's house?

Searching a suspected
murderer's house for evidence.

What about Nick Kove
and Avery Decker?

Aren't they suspects, too?

They, however, were not found

hovering over the body.

Leaning. He was
leaning for God's sakes.

You got the warrant?

Yes, ma'am.

Break it down.

Wait a minute.

Once again, you rob
me of any pleasure.

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

the last time we were together.

Well, I wouldn't
trust your memory.

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

I was pulled into a stakeout.

An all-night stakeout.

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

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

Are you taking this
out on my father?

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

That is low and rotten and...

considering the
source, not surprising.

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

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

STEVE: Wrong.

And exactly what do
you expect to find here?

It's what I'm not going to find

that intrigues me.

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

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

he gave as Christmas presents.

Like father, like son.

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

DELORES: Dorothea?

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

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

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

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

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

going to cost me?

Put your parole officer on.


I'm sorry I fainted.

I really cannot stand
the sight of blood.

Oh, and that
didn't disqualify you

as an IRS agent, huh?

JACK: Mark, uh...

we've got to talk.

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

because I have nothing
to hide from the IRS.

Just your private practice.

BOTH: You have
a private practice?


What did you find out?

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

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

I do.

What was your name again?

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

Norman Briggs.


Did you learn
anything from Kove?

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

Yeah, murder is memorable.

AMANDA: And you know
that Detective Van Sickle?

She just got finished
searching your office

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

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

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

to get hauled downtown.

Don't just stand
there. Call the morgue.

Excuse me?

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

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

in examination room three.

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

CLAIRE: Thank you
very much. JACK: All right.

All right, we're clear.

All right. Here you go.



So you did believe me.

I believe the sooner
the real killer is caught,

the sooner I can
nail you for tax fraud.

So it's a start.

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

that might connect him with
Decker's insurance scam.

It can give us a motive.

You got it. Okay.

Call you later.

(piano playing jazz)

You know, I want to thank you.

For what?

For believing me.

What's the matter?

(sobbing): I'm just
ruined, that's all.

Because you
believe I'm innocent?

(sighs) For eight years,
I sat behind a desk

double-checking figures...

begging them to give
me a field assignment.

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

I'm too nice.

And finally they gave me
a chance to prove myself.


I was your first case.

A return so riddled

with inaccuracies

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

I was going to break
you like a piggy bank

just to prove to
them that I could.

And look what happens?

Well, don't you see?

You, you saw beyond the
numbers on the tax return

to the, to the human
being behind it.

You let reason and
understanding triumph

over blind dedication.


I'm finished.

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

You're so naive.

Hi, there.

I got your message.

I knew you couldn't
stay mad at me.

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

for questioning,
but he took off.

You'd better to get him

to turn himself in, Steve.

The longer he stays
out, the worse it looks.

What, has he graduated

from prime suspect
to only suspect now?

Well, we found
these in his office.

Insurance forms?

Well, considering he's a doctor,

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

Bunco has been onto
Avery Decker for months.

He stages accidents,
then gets compliant doctors

to file phony medical reports.

And you think Mark Sloan,
head of internal medicine

at Community General Hospital,

consultant to the
police department,

is moonlighting as
one of these doctors?

It's a good thing we're not

personally involved
anymore, Claire.

It would put a hell of a
strain in a relationship

when I laughed in your
face over that theory.

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

Sloan does the fake exams.

Decker files the phony claims.

Pitt launders the money.

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

so your father does
a little impromptu

open heart surgery on
him with a steak knife.

WOMAN (over intercom): Detective
Sloan, you have a call on line six.

Use your phone? Yes.


Hi, son? Can you talk?

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

Can you hold on
while I change phones?

Dad, you've got to stop running.

I can't!


People are chasing me.

As long as you're out there,

you're just making
yourself look guilty.

In the meantime, no
energy is being spent

investigating other suspects.

That's why I called.

I want you to
investigate Avery Decker.

I think he tried
to have me killed.

That's just one more good reason

to turn yourself in.

Wrong number.

He hung up on me.

Want to dance?

This is a very strange audit.

Chased by killers.
On the run from police.

And now dinner and dancing.

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

while we're waiting
for Jack and Amanda.

Oh. You know, for
the first time today,

I actually feel
comfortable, in control.

That's because you're leading.

Oh, I'm sorry. So sorry.

It's all right.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I worked late and
fell asleep. Your turn.

I just wanted, uh...

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

And what were you
doing at the file cabinet?

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

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

a letter or a note or something

saying that it was
okay between them.

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

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

that would make his
last days a little happier.

Oh, you poor man.

You poor man.

Always thinking of others. Oh...

Hyah! Nobody
two-times Nick Kove!

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

Nick Kove is your boyfriend?


So you've heard of me?

Heard of you? Hey, man, come on.

I'm one of your biggest fans.

Did I say what a pleasure

it is to meet you?

Great. When I'm done,

I'll autograph your cast.

All right, pal.

All right.

What are you doing?

It's a nerve pinch.

Very simple. Very painful.

That's not fair! Yeah?

Well, neither is a
knife in the heart!

That didn't stop you
from killing Ernie Pitt.

Nick killed Ernie?


I just roughed him up!

The old speed kick
to the gut, you know?

Why should I believe you?

The knife.

Nick Kove does not use weapons.

Nick Kove is a weapon.


All right. Okay.

Not so fast.


We're gonna talk
about our relationship.

Excuse me, pal. Excuse me.

Well, I can see running
away from the law

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

Temporary refuge.

Nobody would think of
looking for me in here.

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

that Kove and Nadine
were lovers, and Kove

thought Pitt was
making moves on her,

so he went over to the house

to beat him up.

Only Pitt wouldn't
come out to play.

So Kove broke in and
gave Pitt one of his famous

spin kicks and that's how

he got the bruise
to the stomach.

But where does that leave us?

JACK: That leaves us
with a dead accountant,

a plane ticket to the
Cayman Islands and...

And everything pointing to you.

Wait... the plane ticket.

That's our killer's
confession right there.

CLAIRE: Uh... Dr. Mark Sloan?

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

How'd you find us?

STEVE: I knew if I stuck

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

Your own father.

How could you?

I had to.

Dad, it's for your own good.

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

Dr. Sloan, shall we?

GRETCHEN: Just a minute.

What are the charges?

No charges...

Yet. We're just

bringing him in for questioning.

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

my federal indictment
takes precedence.

What federal indictment?

Dr. Sloan has pleaded
guilty to tax evasion.

STEVE: You have?

I couldn't live with the guilt.

This is a murder case.

Can't I at least
talk to the man?

Well, call my
office in the morning

first thing; we'll
work something out.

That was quick thinking.

Well, I bought you tonight

and tomorrow morning. Any ideas?

You're going to
finish your audit.

What are you going to do?

Leave the country, of course.

(doorbell rings)


Yes. Gretchen McCord. IRS.

Can we talk?

Sure. Why not?

I was just boxing
up Ernie's records.

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

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

What kind of work?

Sorting out all the files.

Examining each account.

Verifying and rechecking
every transaction

for the smallest irregularity.


Tax evasion, dear lady.


Your late boss's and every one

of his clients.

I'm convinced that Dr. Sloan

is merely the
tip of the iceberg.

So how soon do you think

you could have
this ready for me?

Uh... I don't know.

Um... give me an hour or two.


That's pretty good. An hour.


I'll be back after lunch.

WOMAN (over P.A.
system): Flight 403

nonstop to Grand Cayman Island

now boarding Gate Five.

Hello. Hello.

You'll be in first class.

Seat 3-B. Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello. Hi.

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

MARK: Does flying
make you nervous,

or are you just worried
about going to prison?

Oh, Dr. Sloan.

You should be asking
yourself that question.

You're the guy who
killed poor Ernie.

I didn't kill Ernie
Pitt. You did.

And you admitted that

the moment you
booked him on this flight.

Something wrong
with Ernie getting a tan?

Ernie Pitt wouldn't go
to the Cayman Islands,

or any place else
for that matter.

He was an agoraphobic.

Well, that's ridiculous.

No one wears angora
on the Cayman Islands.

It's a tropical resort.


He was afraid of open spaces.

Well, maybe he was
afraid of snakes, too,

but we'll never know unless

he's speaking to you
from beyond the grave.

Why do you think

Ernie worked out of his home?

Earned his degrees
through the mail?

Had all of his

food delivered? Sent you out

for everything he needed?

Because he was a selfish,
lazy bum who thought

I was his personal slave.

Ernie was afraid
to leave the house.

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

Why he was seeing a psychologist

who specialized in phobias.

Ernie wouldn't take a
walk across the street,

much less a trip to
the Cayman Islands.

Maybe he was trying
to conquer his fear.

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

He hated cigarette
smoke, remember?

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

any frequent flier
miles, Nadine.


I think we're gonna find out

that Nadine was skimming

the accounts, not Ernie.
She booked the flight

just to make him look guilty.

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

Don't mention it.

(clears throat)

Okay. I owe you an apology, too.

Well, unlike some people I know,

the Sloan men are always willing

to give second chances.

Really? Mm-hmm.

What did you have in mind?

Well, I know this nice little

place up the coast.

Ooh... sounds tempting, hmm?

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

I don't think so.

(slow jazz playing)

Well, all things considered,

I think everything
turned out very well.

Oh, that's easy for you to say.

What? We recovered the $30,000

Nadine skimmed off your account.

Which will just about
cover my tax bill.

So? All you have to do

is come up with the
penalties and the interest.

You know, you are the meanest,

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

You're just saying that.

I even complained
to your supervisor.

Oh! Oh, you wonderful man.

(theme song playing)