Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 2, Episode 6 - full transcript

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BLOUSTEIN: William P. Bissell

to see Norman Briggs.

Uh, yes, sir.

I think she's heard of me.



"'Round the whole world
his dread name shall sound,

and reach to worlds that
must yet not be found."

Abraham Cowley,
"The Davideis," 1656.

Mr. Bissell, what
a pleasant surprise.

My personal attorney,
Lawrence Bloustein.

Mr. Bloustein.

What's this?

BLOUSTEIN: Mr. Bissell
is suing Community General

for malpractice,

gross negligence...

BISSELL: And anything else

I can think of.

Your attorneys have
30 days to respond.

Where's Dr. Butcher?



(water running)

Beautiful job, Doctor.

Thank you for
the assist, Doctor.

I can't think of five
people in the city

who could have
done that operation.

Oh, I think you're
exaggerating just a bit, Mark.

Okay, six. Ha!

Well, I've got another
one in two hours.

Come on, I'll buy
you a cup of coffee.

Well, if you throw
in a jelly doughnut

you've got yourself a deal.

JACK: Mark!

Dr. Fielder. Dr. Stewart.

I did the, uh, work-up
on Mrs. Palmieri.

Oh, good.

We're going for
coffee. Wanna join us?

No, thanks.

I'll leave this on your desk.

Ooh, I shoulda worn an overcoat.

Obviously, he
hasn't forgiven me.

Well, it would have
meant a great deal to him

to be on your surgical team.

I know he's a particular
friend of yours, Mark.

I never interfere with
my surgeons' decisions.

He's too cocky.

When you think you know it all,

that's when you stop listening

and you start making mistakes.

He's a good doctor, Karen.

Dr. Fielder,

Mr. Briggs would like

to see you in the
conference room.

On the double.

Jenny?

You look absolutely radiant.

Oh, I do?

Thank you.

I'm in love,

Dr. Sloan.

It's great.

You should try it sometime.

It's great!

Nah, I'd rather have a
jelly doughnut. (laughs)

Ah, Dr. Butcher.

How nice of you to join us.

Dr. Fielder, we're being sued.

You botched the operation.

Now, I'm in constant pain,

I'm unable to walk,

I'm unable to sleep
and I can barely function.

If you'd listened to
me in the first place,

you wouldn't be in pain.

I told you it was impractical

to operate on
both knees at once.

And I told you that I
could not manage time

to have knee
replacement surgery twice.

Have you been
doing your therapy?

BISSELL: I haven't had time.

Besides, it hurts too much!

MARK: Excuse me,

if you won't
follow instructions,

doctor's orders, if you will,

how do you expect to recover?

Who the hell are you?

Mark Sloan.

Chief of Internal Medicine.

Do we have one of those for him?

Afraid not.

Well, we'll catch him later.

KAREN: You should be using

a walker instead
of that wheelchair,

you should be having pool
therapy three times a week,

physical therapy twice a week.

I own six television stations,

seven radio stations
and 14 newspapers,

and they hardly run
themselves, young lady.

Then learn to live with
the pain, Mr. Bissell.

(laughs) That is
exactly the unfeeling

and insensitive reaction that
I expected from you, Doctor.

And I am sure that my readers

and listeners will
be equally outraged

when I quote you.

You're not going to try this
case in the press, are you?

He has to, Norman.

They'd laugh him
right out of court.

I'm going to expose this
hospital and everyone in it

for the bumbling
incompetents they are.

And when I am finished,

there won't be a potential juror

who isn't familiar
with every sordid detail

of your pathetic lives.

And then we'll see

who has the last laugh in court!

You're sick.

Twisted and sick.

You refuse to do anything to
help yourself, then you blame

me and the hospital.

BISSELL: "If your friend
is a doctor, send him

to the house of your enemy."

Portuguese proverb.

Put it on your tombstone.

(laughing)

I like her.

She's feisty.

But you still plan to
destroy her career.

(chuckles): One time...

I bought a hotel so I
could fire the entire staff,

because room service

served my eggs cold.

(chuckles)

What do you think?

I think you still have to
try the case on its merits,

Mr. Bissell.

Which means you'll lose.

Well, we'll see.

Mr. Bissell,

isn't there some way we
can reach an accommodation?

What'd you have in mind?

I've rescheduled
your next operation

till tomorrow.

Don't think I'm in any condition

to operate this afternoon?

Well, I know how
this upsets you,

but the man is shooting
potshots in the dark.

Even a blind man
can hit something

with enough ammunition.

Can he?

What?

Hit you?

Well, everyone has something

they would rather not
have revealed to the world.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Thomas, call the pharmacy.

Dr. Thomas, call the pharmacy.

Maybe it won't come to that.

JACK: Well, I guess Norman

finally figured out a way

to make this
hospital some money.

He's rented out office space.

BISSELL: Get a hold
of Caldwell in Tulsa

and see how he's
doing with the affiliates.

SECRETARY: Yes, sir.

BISSELL: And then get me Oha

in Tokyo, I'll
talk to him first.

SECRETARY: All
right, Mr. Bissell.

Just exactly what's
going on here?

An accommodation.

I had no choice.

You heard the hotel story.

He intends to do the
same thing to this hospital.

Well, why is he so vindictive?

Apparently he was
very poor as a kid.

His mother died
in a charity ward.

Oh.

So now he hates all doctors?

In exchange for allowing Bissell

to conduct his
day-to-day business

from this hospital, he's agreed
to follow Dr. Fielder's therapy.

Norman, he's taken
over three rooms.

Patients who really need
them are being evicted.

I've arranged for
other accommodations.

There's that word again.

And if his condition improves,

he'll consider
dropping this lawsuit.

Norman, the suit is groundless.

Then we'll win the
battle in the courtroom

and lose the war in the press.

Amigo, he can do
irreparable damage to all of us.

As administrator,

I have one function
and one function only,

to protect this hospital.

By opening the doors to the
man who wants to destroy it?

I have no choice, my friend.

TAYLOR: What the hell

do you think you're doing?

BISSELL: Cleaning house.

I am chief financial
officer of this company.

No. Not anymore.

You are not shipping
me off to Stuttgart.

No, we need somebody to
head the European division,

and the executive
committee thinks

that you're the
best man for the job.

You are out of your mind
if you think I am going to go

from CFO to division head?!

I've coddled you,
I've babied you,

I've promoted you for
the last 16 years, Tommy.

You were my heir apparent.

But you just couldn't
wait, could you?

Oh, Bill,

you gotta start laying
off the painkillers.

They're making you
paranoid. (laughs)

You visited every member
of the board of directors

lobbying for my job.

Just until you get
back on your feet!

No.

Once you got my job,

it would have taken a
Howitzer to blast you out. I'm just

making a preemptive strike.

You'll love Stuttgart.

Especially in the wintertime.

This is not finished!

If you want a
knock-down drag-out,

you're gonna get it!

You know what your
husband is trying to do to me?

WOMAN: Stuttgart?

I hear it's lovely
in the winter.

TAYLOR: Don't get
smug with me, Emily.

I'm just pleased
you're finally getting

what's coming to you.

After plotting against
him the way you did.

You know something?

You might be next.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, yeah.

He said he was cleaning house.

Careful he doesn't
sweep you out, too.

(grunts)

(glass breaks)

Yes, sir.

It was a close call.

You could have
been seriously injured.

Just some torn cartilage.

You'll be up and
around in no time.

Now, get some rest.

There's insurance
forms to be filled out.

I'll take care of it.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Cole to Radiology,

Dr. Cole to Radiology.

Ah...

(laughing)

welcome to the
Garden of Torture.

The doctor is a patient.

Let's see how it
feels on the other side

of the scalpel.

Somehow...

seeing you lying in that
bed just makes me feel...

Mr. Bissell!

You all right?

Mr. Bissell! Mr. Bissell!

Nurse!

Murdered?

Bissell was murdered?

That's right.

He was made to O.D.

JACK: Amanda, on

Antibrimid?

That's next to impossible.

Bissell's regular shot
was given at 7:00 p.m.

In order for the second
shot to have been fatal,

it would have had to have been
administered within the hour,

between 7:00 and 8:00.

(yawning) Visiting hours.

All this talk of murder
boring you, son?

Um... sorry, Dad.

Late night.

JACK: Where did Bissell receive

this mystery shot?

AMANDA: Uh, between
the third and fourth toe

of his left foot.

Obviously, someone
didn't want it discovered.

Wouldn't he have felt that?

No. No, his lower extremities
were in so much pain... we did

have him on painkillers...
that I doubt very much he would

have felt anything
short of a baseball bat.

Do we know who
his visitors were?

STEVE: His wife,
Emily. That's all

anybody remembers.

JACK: Yeah, we ought to check
out the visitor he had earlier.

There was some guy

came flying out of his
room yelling and screaming.

What guy?

AMANDA: Well, whoever he
was, Bissell was gonna send him

to Stuttgart, and he
was not a happy camper.

Well, I'll see
what I can dig up.

(yawning)

Steve... (yawning)

would you please get some
rest, for all of our sakes?

(chuckles) Okay, we'll
regroup in the morning.

JACK: Oh, wait a minute,
Mark. You're leaving out

the key suspect.

I didn't know we
had a key suspect.

Karen Fielder.

Look, come on, Mark.

Bissell was out to ruin her.

Now that's motive.

And she certainly had
means and opportunity.

I've worked with Dr. Fielder
for almost two years now.

She saves lives, she
doesn't take them.

What do you know about her?

A damn fine surgeon.

Is she married?

Have kids?

Fact of the matter is,
none of us knows anything

about her personal life.

(sighs)

TAYLOR: How are
you doing on the safe?

MAN: Haven't found

the combination yet.

Well, it must be in
here somewhere,

unless that S.O.B. memorized it.

Thomas Taylor?

Lieutenant Sloan.

(yawning): Homicide.

Well, you're pretty blasé.

I guess you must
have seen it all, huh?

Matter of fact, I could
use a cup of coffee.

Dan, a cup of coffee
for our friend, please.

I see you've heard
about William Bissell.

Yes, he was my mentor.

My friend.

Practically a father.

You're the new CEO?

That's what the board wanted.

I thought you were on
your way to Stuttgart.

Bill and I were
still discussing that.

Thank you.

Uh...

Mr. Taylor, can you tell
me where you were, uh,

between 7:00 and
8:00 last night?

I was in my office
down the hall.

Can anyone verify that?

Afraid not.

My God!

And the body's
not even cold yet.

TAYLOR: Well,

Emily, how nice to
see you looking so...

robust in your hour of grief.

I need to get into the safe.

What for?

Personal papers.

In the office safe?

My love letters.

(Taylor chuckles)

Well, in that case, be my guest.

Well, I need the combination.

Now, I can't believe
that in a marriage

as close and loving as yours,

Bill never shared that
combination with you.

Now what was that you were
saying about cold bodies?

That's... Uh, uh, uh!

Not nice to do it in
front of a police officer.

Mrs. Bissell, you were, uh,

visiting your husband
last night, is that correct?

Yes.

Uh, how long were you there?

From 7:00 to 8:00.

The entire hour.

Did you leave the
room at any time?

Once, to stretch my legs.

I went to the lounge
and got a cup of coffee.

Did you see

anybody else coming
in or out of the room?

EMILY: Just the nurse.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to find a safecracker.

I wonder what's so
important in that safe.

How'd it go?

Since when are you interested

in the outcome of my operations?

Since William P. Bissell died.

You prescribed four
c.c.'s of Antibrimid, right?

So?

Well, it seems like a
pretty strong dose to me.

Are you questioning
my competence, Doctor?

Are you accusing me of murder?

Are you doing so in
front of my colleagues

to embarrass me?

Stop grandstanding, all right?

What right do you have
to question or to accuse?

One of your patients
was murdered.

Doesn't that make
you a little curious?

William P. Bissell was a tyrant.

He liked to inflict
pain on others.

He's better off dead, and
so is the rest of the world.

Yeah, especially you.

Now he can't go after you.

Not a bad motive.

What do you think, Doc?

You think your, uh...
your peace of mind,

your-your medical reputation,

your financial stability
is worth killing for?

I know why you're doing this.

It's because I rejected
you from my surgical team.

Were you on the third floor

between 7:00 and
8:00 last night?

Go to hell.

Who are you?

Right now I am a very angry

orthopedic surgeon.

Hey, I don't want to hear that.

I mean, who is Karen Fielder?

Where does she come from?

What was she afraid Bissell
was gonna find out about her?

(door slamming)

Ah, food.

Here you go!

What?

Didn't I have that yesterday?

You had chicken yesterday.

Well, what's this?

Pot roast.

Looks like the same sauce.

Well, I wouldn't
know about that.

You don't eat this stuff?

I brown-bag it.

Ah.

Listen, tomorrow would you
bring me one of those brown bags?

(laughs)

(laughs)

Norman, they're beautiful!

Well, it's just the
hospital's way of saying

"Get well soon" to
a valued member

of its staff.

Oh.

Nurse Lestrane,
please put this in water.

(laughs): Ooh!
Leave the price on.

(men chuckling)

Norman, could... would you...

Take a bite of that, will you?

Oh-Oh, no, Mark,
I-I just had lunch, no.

Just a taste. Just
a taste of it. Yes.

What is it?

They say it's pot roast.

And damn good pot roast it is.

Norman, look at this.

There's butter,

white bread,
cheese, white sauce,

a dumpling, cauliflower
with more cream sauce.

Here's a bread pudding
with what appears to be

the same white sauce.

Did your dietician ever
hear of cholesterol?

You are not a heart patient.

This is a perfect diet
for an injured knee.

There is no diet for
an injured knee. Yes.

Mr. Briggs, I cannot function

with this man
harassing me anymore!

STEVE: I am trying to conduct a
murder investigation, Miss Morley.

You were the one who
gave Bissell his shot!

As prescribed by Dr. Fielder.

Jenny, did you see

or hear anything
unusual that night?

Well, I don't know if
it was unusual or not,

but Mr. Bissell and
his wife were arguing.

STEVE: What about?

JENNY: Oh,

I-I don't know.

I just heard loud, angry voices.

MARK: Did anyone come
into that room besides his wife?

Well, um...

Dr. Fielder, um...

STEVE: What time?

JENNY: Just as I was going
on my break, so, um, around

7:35.

Okay, well, thank
you, Miss Morley.

We'll be in touch.

NORMAN: Uh, Miss
Morley, I hope this doesn't

influence your decision to stay.

MARK: Jenny, were
you gonna leave us?

(sighs)

Oh, there's not really too
much point to it anymore.

Oh, would this have
anything at all to do

with your being in love?

(crying and mumbling)

You certainly know
how to boost morale.

Well, what did I say?

NORMAN: Miss Morley! Lieutenant.

Norman.

(laughing): What did I say?

Fielder?

I don't... I don't believe it.

Hmm. Well, I got to get
over to the courthouse.

Both his wife and the new
CEO were awfully anxious

to get into Bissell's safe.

I'm gonna try and beat
them to it with a court order.

Oh, God, I feel so
frustrated trapped in this bed!

(yawning)

I'd give anything to
trade places with you.

Would you mind sharing with
me the reason for this extreme

exhaustion you're
suffering here?

Well, it never
rains but it pours.

Past couple of months, I've
had no female companionship,

and, uh, all of a sudden,
I've got two ladies in my life.

Ooh! Ooh! Keeps me busy.

I can imagine.

(laughs) That's all I can
do, come to think of it.

Delores?

Listen, get down
here on the double.

Wow, this thing has more
controls than a 747 on it.

(laughs) Where'd you get it?

Well, it's Mr. Bissell's.

Thought he wouldn't
be missing it.

(laughs) How do you start it?

Well, actually, what you do is
you take that button, and you...

Oh! Uh, Delores!

(gasping) Delores!

AMANDA: Mark!

What are you doing?

Saw it in the window, and
thought I'd take it for a spin!

(shrieking)

Oh. Whoa!

NORMAN: Mechanized wheelchairs
are not allowed in this hospital.

Since when?

NORMAN: Since you terrorized
half the nurses on three.

That was just a test run.

I have it under
perfect control now.

Norman, will you forget about
the wheelchair and tell him?

I've discovered
some disturbing things

about Dr. Fielder.

What things?

Remember when we
desperately needed

an orthopedic
surgeon two years ago?

That's when we
hired Dr. Fielder.

Well, we were in such a hurry,

our background check was
a little sloppy, to say the least.

What, you mean, uh,
Boulder Hospital in Seattle

did not give her the top rating?

Yes, they did, but we
never checked beyond that.

Apparently, her previous
hospital asked her to leave.

They fired her.

On what grounds?

NORMAN: Her records are sealed.

Mark, there's a six-year
gap between the time

she was fired and the time

she hooked up with
Boulder Hospital.

Now, whatever
she's hiding, Mark,

just gives her another
motive to get rid of Bissell.

(indistinct chatter)

Sorry you had to come
all the way out here.

Well, you didn't
give me much choice.

You left the hospital before
I had a chance to talk to you.

Norman Briggs placed
me on suspension for quote,

"The good of the
hospital," unquote.

Karen, what happened
at the first hospital?

Why were you discharged?

And why did they
seal all the records?

I was hoping I wouldn't
have to relive that.

But Bissell was
about to force it.

And you think I
killed him to stop that?

It depends on what
he was gonna find out.

I was married to a
professional football player.

I'd been practicing
orthopedic surgery

for four years.

Very successful, very happy.

What changed it?

Chicago Bears playoff game.

My husband's best
friend took a wicked hit.

The team orthopedist said

he would never walk
again, never have sex.

Your husband wanted
a second opinion.

I came to the same conclusion.

My husband pleaded with me.

He said if he were
faced with that kind of life,

he would try anything,

no matter how risky.

I saw it as a challenge.

I was an artist who used
a knife instead of a brush.

(voice breaking): My husband's
best friend died on the table.

What happened to the marriage?

We stumbled along
for a couple of years.

Then it died, too.

I came out West,
used my maiden name,

and started from
the bottom again.

Karen, why didn't you tell us

you were in
Bissell's room at 7:35

the night he was murdered?

For the same reason

I don't walk across the
tracks when a train is coming.

Unfortunately,

this one's about to hit you.

And then Norman suspended her.

I hope she doesn't cut and run.

Jack, what's with you?

You are obsessed
with Karen Fielder.

Well, it's lousy P.R. when
doctors murder patients.

I'm not so sure she did it.

Yeah? Who else?

Emily Bissell had
a violent argument

with her husband
the night he died.

They were married, weren't they?

So?

I'd still like to know
what it was about.

(snoring)

No way. (chuckles)

Steve.

Hey, Steve! What?

Wake up!

Jack. They said you
were going on your break.

Where you been?
Yeah, I'm sorry, man.

I got hung up.

Oh, geez!

I'm gonna be late for court.

(groans)

Listen, Jack, uh,
I'm dead on my feet.

Can you, uh, give
me some vitamins?

You know, a B-12,
some... anything!

You know, Steve,
you look like a man

who's burning the
candles at both ends.

Yeah, and then
lighting the middle.

Uh, are we in love, Steve?

Oh, I wish I were.

It'd be a lot easier
than what I'm doing.

What could be tougher
than being in love?

I'm going to night school.

I'm studying law.

That's great!

Wow, does your
dad know about that?

No. And, uh, you can't tell him.

Well, why not? He'd be thrilled.

Well, I've only
been going a month.

I mean, what if I flunk out?

I'm gonna look
like a jerk. I just...

need a little more time
before I tell him, you know?

Make sure I know what I'm doing.

Mmm.

Would you hold this, please?

Yeah.

Thank you.

So what do you say,
Jack, about that shot?

Nothing I like better than
punching holes in lawyers.

Come on.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
The Dickerson foursome,

please check in at the pro shop.

Hi! Good to see you.

Mrs. Bissell, hello.

Amanda Bentley.

Oh, yes.

You're a nurse
from the hospital.

I'm terribly sorry.

I didn't recognize
you out of uniform.

Whose guest are you?

I might know them.

Actually, it's
Dr. Amanda Bentley,

and I've been a member
here for, oh, almost four years.

Won't you join me, Dr. Bentley?

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Clark foursome on deck.

Working at the hospital,

I'm sure you've heard
about my tragedy.

Yes. And please
accept my condolences.

Thank you.

Life will be very
empty without William.

We were devoted to each other.

Never a harsh word
in 27 years of marriage.

Except the night that he died.

Excuse me?

The floor nurse, Jenny
Morley, mentioned to me

that she overheard
loud, angry voices

coming from your husband's room.

Perhaps it was the TV.

I don't think so.

Mrs. Bissell, would
you mind telling me

what you were fighting about?

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Mr. Breachen, Mr. Jones,

and the Lee twosome,
next up first tee, east course.

I was trying to persuade William

to take a long vacation
after his therapy.

He refused.

I suppose it got heated.

I was just thinking of him,

as I always do.

Well, um, several of the
older women here at the club

mentioned that your husband
moved out of the house

after his knee surgery.

But you know how
they love to gossip.

However, rumor does have
it that he left you once before,

and each time he did it
was for another woman.

You're really quite
treacherous, aren't you?

No. I am simply
trying to find out

what you were fighting about.

Oh, some little thing.

What little thing?

A little slut!

I walked out of the
room, went to the lounge,

had a cup of
coffee to calm down.

When I returned, Bill
agreed to stop seeing...

the woman.

And who was she?

He didn't tell me,
and I didn't ask.

It wasn't important.

What was important
was our marriage.

In the future, dear, try
to stay out of the gutter.

It's very unbecoming.

STEVE: Go!

Go, let's go! Hey, hey, hey!

Don't give me a hard time.

I'm from Burglary.

I don't do this for a living.

I catch guys that
do this for a living.

Look, what is the problem?

They don't make
safes like this anymore.

They don't make safecrackers
like they used to anymore.

If the guys in Asphalt
Jungle had taken this long,

we'd still be
watching the movie!

Hey, battleships

don't have steel
like this! Oh...

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Look, uh, we'll replace this.

Just send the bill to
the department, all right?

What happened to you?

Last time you were in here,

you could hardly
keep your eyes open.

Well, I'm eating healthy.

Yeah, right.

Whatever you're on,
I'd like to try some.

I heard you like
the harder stuff.

Come again?

Two years ago, you
took a leave of absence

from Wide World Media.

You checked into a substance
abuse clinic in Georgia.

You're not as
punchy as you look.

Bissell was killed
by an overdose.

He received two shots...

One in his arm and
one between his toes.

(chuckles) Nice try.

That's where heroin
addicts stick their needles.

I was into uppers.

Uh-huh.

Look, you're barking
up the wrong civilian.

You want your murderer,
take a bite out of Emily.

Yeah? And what is her motive.

Sonia.

Sonia?

Who is Sonia?

Bill left Emily for her.

Oh, she was 17, innocent,

charming, a real knockout.

He promised her the
world, including marriage.

Mm-hmm.

And why didn't
he follow through?

Cost too much.

Emily should get down
on her knees every night

and thank community property.

How long ago was this?

Nine or ten years.

Mrs. Bissell has a long fuse.

They found each other again.

Oh. When?

DETECTIVE: Gotcha!

What is it?

It's Bissell's will. Let me see.

Ah-ah. Court order says this
is evidence in a murder case.

So you got a last
name for this, uh, Sonia?

You're the detective.

Put my tax dollars to work.

(clattering, crashing)

What's he doing in there?

Practicing.

(chuckles)

What a mess!

What's going on in here, Mark?

Well, I had no idea these
things were this hard to handle.

(laughing)

If you think you've
got problems...

Bissell's attorney just
filed a wrongful death suit

on behalf of his estate.

Well, that's good news.

Good news?

Whose side are you on?

I mean for my suit.

Oh.

Your suit?

What suit?

Against you and the hospital.

Me?

Well, uh, Norman,
you were responsible

for bringing Bissell in here.

It was his cable
that was in the halls.

It was his machinery
that blew the fuse.

My attorney is telling me
I got a crackerjack case.

And how much are these
crackerjacks going to cost me?

Six million.

(laughing)

Six million?

(whispering): Are
you out of your mind?!

Well, look at this!

There's physical disability.

There's loss of income.

There's emotional
stress, Norman.

Can't we come to some
sort of accommodation?

Well, I-I might be
persuaded to, uh, drop the suit

in exchange for
some concessions.

Concessions. (laughing)

Yes, concessions are my life.

Mark, have a seat.

Here we go. Watch.

(groans)

Thank you.

(laughing)

Concessions. Name 'em.

Well, Norman, for starters,
there's the patients' food.

Mark, please don't
bring up that again.

Uh, Delores, would
you get me Arnold Fuller

at Morris, Fuller
and Breen, please?

One lawyer coming up.

Thank you. Wait!

Okay, we'll revise the menu,

remove the creamy sauces.

And?

86 the starchy stuff.

We'll go lean and mean.

Okay, I'm glad that's over.

You know, you are
one tough negotiator.

Well, Norman, do you
think that's $6 million

worth of concessions
right there?

What else?

Well, there's the thing
with the vending machines.

What about them?

They keep breaking.

Do you know how much it costs
to maintain those machines?

Besides, people
shouldn't eat all that candy.

It's not good for their teeth,

and the caffeine makes
people nervous and edgy.

Vending machines that work.

(laughing)

There is one more thing.

Uh, Dr. Fielder's suspension.

That is non-negotiable.

Norman, if the
hospital suspends her,

it will infer that we
believe she's guilty.

And how will it look with a
possible murderer on our staff,

running around with a
scalpel in her hands?

Delores?

He's coming in on line two.

All right.

She stays.

Miss Morley?

Police! I'm entering
the premises!

Miss Morley? It's the police!

Hey, Steve. Hi.

What the hell are
you two doing here?

Same thing you are.

We're looking for Jenny Morley.

Yeah, the door... it
wa... it was unlocked.

Yeah, sure it was, Jack.

STEVE: Where is she?

Gone. And in a hurry.

JACK: Yeah, her clothes were
thrown all over the bedroom.

AMANDA: Take a
look at this place, Steve.

She has crystal, fine art.
She's got designer clothing.

You can't afford those
things on a nurse's salary.

STEVE: Oh, she's a hell
of a lot more than a nurse.

She's an heiress.

Bissell's will left her a controlling
interest in Wide World Media.

At today's market
prices, a cool 175 mil.

(whistles)

Well, then it all fits.

Because Mr. Bissell left
his wife for another woman.

And it wouldn't
be the first time.

JACK: And your dad said

Jenny was planning
to leave the hospital,

but changed her mind the day

after Bissell died.

We have motive,

opportunity, and means.

We found these in
Miss Morley's trash.

She administered

that second shot.

STEVE: I sure hope you
two didn't get your fingerprints

all over these. Oh,
fingerprints! I knew it!

What? What do you
think, we're amateurs?

Yes.

JACK: We were careful.

Uh-huh. Well, it looks like we
found our murderer and lost her

at the same time.

NORMAN: This is on me.

Never mind, I have
a lot of change.

How do you like it?

Black and in a cup.

(cup drops, coffee percolating)

(whistles): See? It works.

Norman, you are
a man of your word.

Well, in this case, my
word cost the hospital $700.

Oh, Mark, we found our murderer.

Well, now we don't
exactly have her.

But we know who she is.

Are you going to tell
us, or is there a prize

for the person
who guesses first?

Jenny Morley.

NORMAN: Miss Morley?

Found this in her condo.
JACK: Who found it?

I found it. Who
found it? I fou...

The vile and the syringe both
contained traces of Antibrimid.

I can't believe it's Jenny.

STEVE: Jack
will fill you in, Dad.

I've got to file my report.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

Amanda?

Have you got another quarter?

Yes. JACK: The machine works?

Of course, it works.

STEVE (yawns): Amanda,
I'm starting to fade again.

I need another B-12 shot.

What you need is to
go home and go to bed.

I can't. After I file my report,
I've got to hit the books.

Well, can't you do
that tomorrow morning?

Eh... pop quiz first
thing in the morning.

Since this case started, I
haven't even cracked a book.

(giggles) Excuse me?

Oh, sure. Thank you.

(whispering): What
are you doing?

JACK: I was wrong.

Jenny Morley killed Bissell.

Look, I'm sorry
that I made Norman

dig up all that stuff on you.

I was mad at you...

for not picking me
for your surgical team.

Do you want some coffee?

No, thanks.

I never gave you the reason.

Inexperience?

I saw something in
you that frightened me.

Yeah, I know I come on
a little strong sometimes.

No, that wasn't it.

I saw myself.

When you're young, confident,

at the top of your game,

you can get cocky...
Sure of yourself.

And before you know it,
you've become careless.

Who are we talking about here?

I made mistakes.

Mistakes I've never
recovered from.

Probably never will.

It took someone who isn't
cocky to come here today

and say the things you just did.

Who knows what the future
may hold for both of us?

You know, I'm really getting
the hang of those crutches.

No. No. It's time
for you to go home.

You can practice
some more tomor...

Can you help me?

I-I didn't murder
Bill. I loved him!

Almost from the first
day I met him I loved him.

When was that?

When I was 17.

You're Sonia.

Yeah. From another life.

Jenny, why did you
change your name?

Well, because I didn't want
any scandal to touch him.

And besides, it was a way to
leave the past and start fresh.

Did he ever try
and see you again?

Oh, no.

We made a clean break.

Until he came to
Community General.

And from the first second
I saw him, it was like

a minute hadn't even gone by.

I was 17 again, and he was...

handsome and vital and
just how I remembered him.

I think...

that I was the one
true love in his life.

Just as he was mine.

Why'd you break
up the first time?

His wife.

She found out about us,

and had a mental breakdown

and tried to kill herself.

And Bill felt guilty
and he promised to

break it off with me
and never see me again.

I always thought
that she had staged,

you know, the suicide attempts

and the breakdowns.

But there was
nothing I could say.

I mean, there was
nothing I could do.

All I could do...

was just miss him, you
know, and-and here I go...

(voice breaks): Now I've
got to miss him all over again.

Delores, would you bring Jenny

a glass of water, please?
DELORES: Coming.

(Jenny sighs)

MARK: Jenny,
the night Bill died,

you were the floor nurse.

That's right.

Between 7:00 and 8:00,
what was your routine?

Well, you know what
a floor nurse does.

I was in and out
of patients' rooms

and giving them
medications and, uh...

checking I.V.'s,

changing linens... you
know, all that kind of stuff.

You said you went on
your break at about 7:35?

Yeah. I just went
to the nurses station

and I got a cup of coffee.

Coffee?

Yeah. I was only off the
floor for a couple of minutes.

Why did you run?

Because I realized that
somebody was trying to tag me

for Bill's murder.

(indistinct voices)

Nice game, Mrs. Bissell.

Thanks.

(yawning): I wish I
had the energy to...

play like that.

Oh, uh...

here are the contents of
your late husband's safe.

Thank you for your patience.

We apologize for
any inconvenience.

(yawns)

You rotten, filthy swine!

What the hell are
you talking about?

That!

Billy boy's will?

The cops took
it out of his safe.

Well, they returned it to me.

What's your problem, Emily?

We both know what's in it.

And as soon as
it clears probate,

we'll each have
exactly what we want.

I will be running this
company, and you will

forever be Mrs.
William P. Bissell.

You set me up.

What's the matter with you?

You came to me,

convinced me that William
was going to change his will,

then divorce me and marry her.

Emily, why are you going
over this tired ground?

Because you lied to me!

You said that if
we killed William,

and framed the little slut,

she would be unable to collect.

And then the entire estate
would go to his surviving heir... me.

But you left out
one minor detail.

The codicil.

What codicil?
There is no codicil.

The codicil states that in the
event that Jennifer Morley dies,

or is unable to
collect her legacy,

the entire estate
goes... to you.

Let me see that.

I never saw this before.

I can't implicate you in this,

because I was the one

who gave William that shot.

But if you think that
I am going to sit by

and watch you gobble up

everything that
is rightfully mine...

STEVE: Ah-ah-ah-ah.

I told you once
before, not nice to do

in front of a police officer.

What are you doing here?

I'm glad to see you
replaced the vase I broke.

Voice activated. Great quality.

That act you two put on
about not liking each other,

that was a nice touch.

No one ever would have
suspected you were in this together.

Oh, that was no act.
We despise each other.

We merely had mutual interests.

So you added this phony codicil!

Amanda's attorney made that up.

A nice piece of work, isn't it?

How did you know?

You had to make it appear

that you were out of
your husband's room.

That way somebody
else could have

administered
the fatal injection.

So you told Dr. Bentley
you had a cup of coffee

in the visitors' lounge.

What of it?

MARK: The coffee
machine on that floor

was broken. It wasn't
repaired till yesterday.

TAYLOR: Well, at least

now we know you're going to die

Mrs. William P. Bissell.

The only question
is when and how.

Officers?

(yawning): Pretty neat, huh?

Voice activated, is it?

Speak into it.

Is it also yawn activated? Yeah.

You've got to
wake up. (chuckles)

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