Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 3, Episode 10 - Living on the Streets Can Be Murder - full transcript

A homeless woman's corpse is found in the streets, but her liver was removed while she was still alive, as required for safe organ-transplants. Her balanced diet allows tracing her to a shelter where homeless Walter Mason identifies her as his widowed friend Patsy. After another 'fatal organ-donation', Mark plays the part of a healthy homeless man. The sleuths find the free clinic which examines homeless in that area, run by Cheryl Dante and Tom Winston, is linked to Howard Mitchell's foundation's Beverly Hills private practice, where organs could be sold for fabulous fortunes. Steve finds Tom has a dirty record, Mark suggests a trap...

Sorry, Dad. We'll get
to that food festival

as soon as we
wrap things up here.

Yeah, I went last year.

I ate so much I couldn't
eat for a week afterward.

What? You just walk around,
try foods from each booth?

Yeah, and make a nice donation

to a worthy cause
with every bite.

You say two kids found the body?

Yeah. It scared them
right back into school.

It's over here somewhere.

I'm sorry about this, Dad.

You know, I had it all planned:

a nice day off,

Food and Wine Festival,
some quality time.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Hate having a beeper.

Every time you
check in, it's bad news.


Obviously homeless.


No sign of a struggle.

I got the gurney.

I wonder how long
she's been here.

About 42 hours.

What makes you say that?


Oh, no. Not the
bug theory again.

It's not a theory. It's a fact.

Forensic entomology.
Their life cycles

are so fixed, they're
like natural clocks.

Look, I've heard
this before, okay?

Within ten minutes,
the flies show up.

They start laying eggs.

12 hours later, the eggs hatch

into larvae.

I think I'll just wait
for the coroner, okay?

It's locked...

- If he ever gets here.
- Then things

really start cooking about

24, 36 hours later. Dad...

Grub beetles all show up

and start feeding on
the... on the larvae.

And then, at 42 hours, you get

your millipedes,
spiders and your mites.

Yeah, I got it, okay, Dad?

It looks like a stabbing, huh?

Uh, no.

No, it's-it's too neat.

It's almost like an incision.


Steve, this was no stabbing.

Her liver's been removed.

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Okay, insert side A

into base A.

Insert side B into base B.

This doesn't look
too complicated.

All right.

Thank you.

They can't ID the woman.

No missing person's report?

Nope. Pretty sure it's
a homeless person.

The clothing and

the shoes all
seem to indicate it.

I'm gonna run a dental check
to see if that turns up anything.

We're here.

Hey. What's with the ant farm?

My dad's getting acquainted

with the low end
of the food chain.

What have you got?

Well, the coroner put her
approximate time of death

at about 42 hours prior to
the discovery of the body.

Amazing little guys.

The cause of death?

Basically, an
overdose of anesthesia.

Whoever took her
liver never intended

for her to wake up.

She bled to death.

Someone stole her liver
while she was still alive?

Yeah. The only way

to retrieve a healthy
organ is to take it

from the body while
it's still functioning.

How crude was the operation?

Well, whoever did it had
some medical experience.

The incision was a bit

larger than it needed to be,

but the location was exact.

Somebody must have wanted

a liver awfully bad to go
after a homeless Jane Doe.

Oh, yeah, and what are the
odds of getting a healthy one

from someone
living on the streets?

Well, in this case, 100%.

She was clean as a whistle.

Hey, how about this?

It says stomach contents
were a mixture of vegetables,

bread, pasta and apple juice.

That's a pretty balanced meal

for someone on the streets.

Where do you go for

a balanced meal
if you're homeless?

Shelter? AMANDA: Maybe

somebody could ID her.

Guys, there are hundreds

of shelters in this town.

But how many served vegetables,

pasta and apple juice on the day

she was killed?

I'm sure you'll find
out. Let me know.

Uh, I got to run.
I'll talk to you later.


All right, take care.


are we going to check
out those shelters?


no. We are.

You are going to check

the liver recipient list.

See who needs one.

Or better yet, see who
doesn't need one anymore.

I just talked to the cook,

and he said that
he served ziti pasta,

green beans and
apple juice on Tuesday,

so this is definitely the place.

All right, let's go to work.

Excuse me, miss, could you...?

Do you happen...?

Do you happen to
know this...? Sir?

Folks, I'm trying to find out if
anybody knows this woman.

You guys haven't
got a clue, do you?

You're better entertainment
than a bar fight, you know that?

No one's going to
tell you anything.

Why is that?

Well, who the hell are you?

Dr. Mark Sloan.

This is my colleague,
Dr. Travis. Hi.

What do you want?

You don't look like you're here

to pass out free medical advice.

We're trying to
find out if anyone

knows who this woman is.

You know her.

Oh, Patsy.

She was found a few days ago.

She's my friend.

What happened?

We think she was murdered.

I'm sorry.


Well, that's what
we're trying to find out.

Look, if there's anything at
all you can do to help us...

Walter. My name's Walter.


Walter, do you think you could
show us where Patsy lived?

Just give me a minute.

Take all the time you want.

Moved three blocks up.

Patsy had been on the streets

for a lot of years.

Helped me find a place to live,

helped me stay alive
when I wanted to give up.

We'll find out what
happened to her, Walter.

You'd do that, will you?

You can count on it.

So, this is it.


This place looks like
it's going to fall down.

Well, that's where you go
when there's no place else.

This is Patsy's place.

You're safer when you can
hook up with some others.

When her husband died,

Patsy couldn't find any work,

so she ended up here.

Didn't she have any friends?


Couldn't they help her out?

Friends can only
help you for so long,

and then it's your
own fault for not

being able to get
back on your feet.

Well, then whose fault is it?

I don't know.

But I know it's not hers.

She wants nothing more
than to have that child

on a warm bed
surrounded by toys.

Walter, do you know
what these were for?


Maybe her headaches.

I took her to the clinic

for a checkup a few weeks ago.

Jesse? Hmm?

I want you to go to this clinic

and see what they
can tell you about Patsy.


I'll touch base with Amanda,

and I'll catch
up with you later.

No problem.

Can I drop you anywhere, Walter?

Where would I go?

You're not going to
find out who did this.

Why is that?

'Cause nobody cares.

Walter, we do.

People's Clinic.

How can I help you?

Yes, I'll transfer you.

Just fill out the form.

We'll call you when we're ready.


Well, you know,
I'm not exactly sick.

Well, then I guess
I can't help you.

You know, I just wanted
to get a little information.

Look, I'm really busy, okay?

You're just going to
have to excuse me.

It's just a little information.

Michael McCarthy.

Yeah. Is there a
Michael McCarthy here?

That's me.

Whoa! Can I help
you with something?

Yeah. Hi.

I'm Dr. Jesse Travis. Uh-huh.

And, you know, I just
wanted to check a chart

on a woman who
came through here.

All right, all right, for
any information like that,

you have to talk to
Dr. Bradley, okay?

And he's only here part-time.

Come back around 4:00.

Right. You know,
I understand that.

I, um... I just want
to take a look at a file.

Doc, you know I can't
release anyone's personal files.


examining room 2 needed
cleaning and disinfecting.

Did you get to it?

I've been really busy.

Yeah. Well, we all have, Tom.

Could you do it now, please?

Sure thing.

Well, well, well.

I can see you're
not going anywhere.

I'm sorry.

It's just, this is
really important.

We're following up on
a lead on a woman...

Name? Her name is Patsy.

Last name?

Oh. I-I don't know.

Look, we have a lot of people
that go through here, you know.

Okay. Okay.

Her-Her patient number was 1106.

Okay. 1106.

The file's been deleted.

What do you mean
it's been deleted?

It's been deleted, removed.

Why? Why?

Because after six
months of no-shows,

we remove them from the computer

and all the other files that we
have on them are discarded.

It's policy.

We just can't keep thousands

of inactive files
around here, you know?

You know, the date
on this prescription

is only two weeks ago.

Look, I just don't
know what to tell you.

Well, who can? I don't know,

but I have a lot of work to do.

You're going to
have to excuse me.

I'm sorry. Good luck to you.

I had no idea there
are over 4,000 names

on this list, each
waiting for a liver.

You know, sometimes
people wait their whole lives

and they never
get off that list.

This is impossible.

Any one of these people
could be a recipient.

What about the ones
that were taken off the list?

I'm still looking.

I've seen three.

Two were deceased.

One has a new liver.

I have one more to go, a
man by the name of Sterling.

Yeah, what?

You know, uh, Patsy
was dead for 48 hours.

So, uh... it has to be
somebody who was

taken off the list two
or three days ago.

Well, that sounds
like Sterling's profile.

What if whoever received
the liver wasn't on the list?

He'd have to be an idiot.

Wouldn't you cover all your bets
if you were running out of time?

Oh, man, I can't eat.

I keep thinking about that
kid we saw over at Patsy's.

I mean, what if it was his
mother that showed up dead?

Hey, guys.

Uh, anything on Patsy? No.

No, it's a problem with
people living on the street.

They leave little
or no paper trail.

Some of them even quit
using their real names.

And for that reason,
they lose top priority?

Someone else gets it?

Well, no question.

These cases just seem to get
shoved down on the back burner.

Sloan here.

All right. Thanks.

What, what's the matter?

We've got another body...

minus a liver.

Kevin Lewis, age 39.

Coroner's got him
dead at about a week.

Liver and kidneys were taken.

Do we have an address on him?

Nothing in here, no. Homeless.

I think we're starting
to see a little bit

of a pattern here;
where was he found?

Mmm, a dumpster downtown.

Just thrown away like trash.

I don't get it.

Kill someone to
save someone else?

This has nothing to do
with saving someone's life.

It has everything to do
with money and greed.

I wonder if he's ever
been to the People's Clinic?

Good luck finding out
anything down there.

Well, it's all in your approach.


This is the best
one in my wardrobe.

Don't mess it
up. I want it back.

I'll take good care of it.

How do I look?

What are you doing?

You're a rich doctor.

What do you want to go down
to that clinic for as a patient?

Because if somebody
down there is involved,

I could walk in there
with my guns blazing

and I'm afraid they'll
just close up shop.

They'll maybe wait a while,
but they'll open someplace else.

And somebody else
turns up like Patsy.

That's right.

All right.

Let's go make you look street.

There's a lot more
to it than just clothes.


Lose the smile.

There's nothing
to be happy about.

No, no, your feet
are killing you

from the shoes that
you wear are too tight.

Don't forget your
back is killing you

from sleeping on the ground.

How do you feel now?

I feel like hell.

Welcome to the streets.

What shall I put
for home address?

I don't know.

No, no, put, uh...

corner of Third and Broadway.


So, what now, Doc?

Well, I want to get
to that computer,

get into the files.

The trouble is I'm
going to have to set up

some kind of a
diversion to get there.

What's the matter?

It's a diversion. Oh.


I think we've got a
problem over here.

Come on. Let's go.

The man's sick.

Oh, please.

We'll put him in 3, all right?

No, take him to exam 1.

Come on, buddy.

How much have you
had to drink today?

Let's go. Go, go, go!

This is just one of many
clinics Howard Mitchell

has set up in various cities
throughout the country.

He's always interested in
giving back to the community.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

As you can see, he's interested

in helping those who
need help the most.

This is what "Drive
95" is all about.

Now, if you'll follow
me, I'll show you around.

The clinic is furnished

with donated
equipment and supplies.

And although we
depend on donations...

Mr. Briggs?

Norman Briggs? Oh. Yes.

Would you follow me, please?

Yes, of course.

And how are you feeling
today? Well, a little...

I don't know if it's
indigestion or something.

Okay, Mr. Briggs.

Go ahead and hang
up your coat there

and take a seat and
we can get started.

So, under the tongue.

So what seems to be the problem?

I have a sinus
infection or something.

Well, you don't seem
to be running a fever.

Will I be seeing a doctor?

Well, Dr. Bradley
isn't in today,

but I do most of
the prelims anyway.

So just, uh, relax, okay?

Ah? Ah.

This is a typical examine
room, what you'd...

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't
know anyone was in here.

Well, generally when
the door is closed,

it means that the
room is occupied.

Let's just take a look at
another room, shall we?

Excuse me. All right,
we're moving here.

I hate it when she does that.

Ah... Ah.

She runs around like
she owns the place.

Who is she?

Cheryl Dante.

She does PR for Howard Mitchell.

Howard Mitchell
owns this clinic?

Oh, yeah.

As well as airlines

and football teams,
museums, sky scrapers.

Well, your lymph nodes
seem okay, but you do

look a little bit anemic.

Really? Yeah.

I'm going to have Tom draw
some blood and run a few tests,

and we'll see if
anything shows up.

Is that necessary?

Well, unless you have more
medical background than I do,

I think so.

I wouldn't know an aspiration
biopsy from a kernicterus.

I just made that up.
Does that mean anything?

I wouldn't take blood
if it wasn't necessary.

Dr. Bradley would have ordered
the same thing if he were here.

So just see me on
the way out, okay?

All right, thank you.

I'm not anemic. I look fine.

I'm not anemic.

Hey, Norm.

How are you doing?

Why don't you have
a seat here for me?

And I need you to roll
up your sleeve, please.

And I promise I'll
try not to hurt you...

but just a little bit, okay.

Let's get you clean here.

You've got
AB-negative blood, huh?

That's a pretty rare type.

Really? Oh, yeah.


Good, there you go.

Maybe one more.

Isn't that an awful lot of blood

just to check for infection?

What, are you a doctor, Norm?

Don't worry about
it. You've got plenty.


Put some pressure on that, okay?

Yeah. All righty.

Don't stand up too
quickly now. Right.

Thank you.

Would you take care
of that for me, please?

Just take a seat, please, okay?

We'll be right with you.

Should I make an appointment

with Dr. Bradley? Uh, no,
just check with us tomorrow.

We should have
your results by then.

Fine, fine. Thank you.

Do I look anemic to you?

The nurse at the clinic
said I was anemic.

- No more than usual.
- Hey, guys.

How'd you do?

Oh, I did fine.

Do I look anemic to you?

Uh, no, not more than usual.

Where've you been?

Whitt Sterling's house.

He was the last guy
on my list to check out.

Any luck? Well, he's alive,

but his maid wouldn't
let me talk to him.

But I found out
something very interesting.

Have you ever heard
of the Ormand Clinic?

No. Very private hospital
out of the Caribbean,

caters to the rich
and to the famous,

including our Mr. Sterling.

Oh, so if you wanted
an organ transplant

and money was no
object, that'd be your place.

Mm-hmm. Where do
they get their organs from?

Well, I called down
there and asked

that same question...
In the Caribbean.

The woman that I
talked to told me that

that information
was confidential.

Mmm, maybe you'd
better have a talk

with Whitt himself.

I already have a plan
to get past that maid.

Good. Hmm.

Okay, I'm off.

Where to?

I'm going to have a
discussion with an old friend

about a clinic he's running.

Brunch will be over at 2:00.

This is the menu.

All right. We'll continue
the silent auction

until around 3:00.

And then I'll do the
obligatory thank-yous,

introduce you, and
you can spin your magic.

Mmm... you make it sound easy.

That's my job.


Oh, he is?

Of course. Send him right in.

Well, this is a surprise.


It's so good to see you.

Always good to see you, Howard.

Cheryl, I'd like you to
meet Dr. Mark Sloan,

one of the finest doctors
at Community General.

The only reason he says that is

when he was recuperating
from his operation,

I let him win at gin every day.

I said you were a fine
doctor, not a fine card player.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Sloan.

Cheryl runs my PR department...

Uh, darn near my entire company.

You look familiar.

Have we met before?

Mm... no, I don't think so.

I think I just have
one of those faces.

I guess.

Well, if you'll excuse
me, gentlemen,

I have a party to plan.

A little party, a
tennis theme brunch.

We should bring in... what?

A million for the foundation?

Oh. CHERYL: That was last year.

This year we want
a million, three.


Good luck.

Please have a seat, Mark.


So, what brings you out my way?

I know this isn't a social call.

I can tell by the
look on your face.

Howard, I visited your clinic

down on Hope
Street earlier today.

Well, it's all part of
this foundation drive.

It's just my way of giving
something back to the community.

I don't know how to
say this exactly, Howard,

but I think there may be
something going on down there.

Going on?

Several homeless people

have turned up dead,
missing their organs.

What does that have
to do with the clinic?

Well, it's the only thing that
connects the last two victims.

They both visited your clinic

and they were both
seen by a Dr. Bradley.

Well, you... you
can't be serious.

Howard, I'm very serious.

This is horrible.

Should I... shall
we call the police?

No, I don't want to yet.

I want to get more proof.

See, I don't want to scare
anybody away till I get it.

That's why I came to you.

Of course.

What can I do?

I need to see your
employees' personal files...

Anybody connected
with that clinic.

Now, look,

I want you to take
these three times a day,

and then you come see
me next week, all right?

Mm-hmm. Good for you.

Thank you, Doctor. Dr. Bradley,

your 10:00 is running just
a little bit late. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Are you the doctor here?

Walter, enough's enough.

Yes, I'm Dr. Bradley.

Dr. Bradley, Walter's
just a little bit upset.

You remember Patsy?


No, of course you wouldn't.

Don't you think I know
what's going on here?

Don't you think I'm
going to tell people

about what you did to Patsy?

Walter, you can tell
anybody anything you'd like

because I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You liar.

Hey! You cut her
and you left her...

to die in the gutter.
Hey, come on, pal!

Calm down. Let go of me.

I've had my say.

But you won't get away

with this, you understand?
That's it. Let's go.

You won't.

Oh, my God, do you see that man?

I need a doctor
in the lobby, stat!

Somebody get a crash
cart here, level four.

Nurse, get a chair.

What's going on?

He tried to kill me.

The murderer, Dr. Bradley...

He tried to kill me. Walter,
try and relax. Sit down.

Don't worry, Walter. We'll
get you someplace safe.

All right, you be careful.

Okay, bye.

Amanda's going back over
to talk to Whitt Sterling again.


Uh... do you remember that guy

that got taken off
the transplant list?

Whitt Sterling, right, right.

Is he panning out?

Well, we found... we found out

he got his organ transplant

at the Ormand Clinic
down in the Caribbean.

The, the trouble
is, how did he fi...

How did he find out about it?

I mean, you don't look
that kind of place up

in the Yellow Pages.

The Arson guys say he
was lucky to get out alive.

The place was drenched
in isopropyl alcohol.

What about the alibis?

Well, I've been working on that.

Uh, Bradley says he
was with his wife all night.

Of course, he could have
hired somebody to do it.

What about the other alibis?

Uh, the nurse was on a date.

The orderly I haven't
been able to talk to yet.

I'm gonna stop by his
place, see if he's there.


Isopropyl alcohol.

Why wouldn't they use
gasoline or something else?

Well, maybe that's all
our arsonist had access to.


It's a damn shame if you ask me.

Those poor people
have enough problems.

Now they start
killing each other.

Well, someone's killing them,

and since you were
one of the few people

who had regular contact
with many of them,

we thought maybe you might help.

Any way I can.

You want some of this?

No, thank you.

I've got to tell you,

I don't recognize those
names you mentioned.

What was it? Patsy? Mm-hmm.

And a man named Kevin Lewis.


I see a lot of patients,

you know, and I hate
the way this sounds,

but they do all tend to blend
together over the months.

No, I understand.

You weren't at the clinic
last night by any chance?

Last night?

No, I left about 5:00 p.m.


And after that?


you're just being thorough

here, right?


I was playing tennis.

How about after the match?

Well, after the match, I was
playing some other games

with a lady friend of mine.

She can verify your whereabouts?

She can verify
all sorts of things.

I was being thorough, too.


Mind if I use

your phone?

It's right over there. Thanks.

Sloan here. What's up?


tell him that he'll
just have to wait.

I'll call him as soon
as I get a chance.


Thank you.

You know, this Kevin Lewis
guy probably just got into a hassle

with another street person.

It was the first of the month.

Their welfare checks
had just come out.

That sort of thing happens
down there all the time.

Maybe you're right.

Thank you for all
your help, Mr. Winston.

Sure thing. Anytime.

I'll see myself out.


You haven't moved
in a half an hour.

What are you reading?

Some information
Howard Mitchell gave me.

Anything interesting?

As a matter of fact,

by the looks of this
year-end financial report,

Mitchell Enterprises
wasn't doing so well.

Is he busted?

Well, not exactly busted,

but they took some
pretty hefty losses.


Maybe he's diversifying
into organ theft

to offset those losses.

No, I could never
believe that of Howard.

Maybe, maybe not,

but I do know how quickly a
person's fortunes can change

and how desperate
they can become.

You want to tell me about it?


You know,

I used to play golf
three times a week.

You like golf, Mark?

Yeah, it's a great game, huh?


I was a... an
account executive...

Advertising... for many years

and a new upper level came in

and just...

fired anyone who
was older than them.

That was just bad timing, see?

My, uh, my wife Jean, she,
uh, had gotten real sick and...

I... discovered that we
didn't have enough insurance

to cover the cost, so basically
we had no savings after that.

Still, I held on
for three years,

trying to find a job.

Anything, really, you know?

We just ended up having
to sell everything we had.

And... we had nothing left.

And Jean died.

And, uh, that just
seemed to be the end of it.


I'll tell you something,
though, something I learned.

You know, life on the street

is tough, and it's
very dangerous,

but in all my years in the
mainstream, I never met people

like the people I've
met in the last few years.

I mean, they're...

they're considerate and...

trusting, giving.

People like Patsy.

Come on, Artie.

That's a good boy.

Come on.

Here we go.

Mr. Sterling?

Hi, I'm Gloria Owens.

I stopped by the other
day, but you were resting,

and it was well-deserved

considering everything
that you've been through.

How are you feeling today?

H-How did you get in here?

Uh, where's Henrietta?

Oh, the maid?

She's walking that
sweet little dog of yours.

She said to come
right on in, so I did.

Anyway, how are you feeling?

Um, b-better.

Thank you.

Actually, better
than I've felt in years.

Well... we are very
happy to hear that.

Now, I'm here to do

some post-operative
follow-up work

on behalf of the Ormand Clinic.

You're from the clinic?

Yes, I am.

Now, to start, were you pleased
with the efficiency of the staff

and how your
well-being was cared for?

Very pleased.


Oh, dear.

I don't see the name
of your referral here.

Oh, you mean Tom.


Tom Winston.

Nice young guy.


Yes, you met at the, um...

Tom told me.

At a fundraiser.

One of Howard Mitchell's

affairs. Of course.

Here it is.

Right in front of my face.

Howard Mitchell.


So Tom Winston must work

these Howard
Mitchell fundraisers,

and then he finds out

who needs an organ transplant.

Okay, once he's
found his rich recipient,

he must go back to the clinic,
go through his files and look

for someone with a healthy
organ and the same blood type.

And he goes out, picks them
up and harvests the organ.

Sick, huh?

I don't know.

This guy's just an orderly.

I mean, removing organs
is pretty sophisticated stuff.

Well, our Mr. Tom Winston

isn't who he wants
everyone to think he is.

His real name is

Les Coleman.

He's from Bedford, Iowa.

Went to Baxter on
a tennis scholarship.

He was also a medic in the Army.

He qualified for
minor field surgeries.

I think we've got our man.

I'm going to go pick him up.

Well, why don't you
just wait on that a minute.

Why? Well, I mean it all fits

with what we've really got here:

the fact that he's using
an assumed name;

the fact there's a few
files missing from the clinic;

and we know he was in
the Army Medical Corps.

You know, short of a confession,

couldn't he just
walk away from it?


But I wouldn't mind seeing
his head twist in a chair

for a while. But then he walks.

I say let's wait and
catch him in the act.

He knows me.

And he knows you,
too, as a homeless guy.

I'll get an undercover
cop downtown.


Let me do it.

Walter, it could be dangerous.

I think Patsy would like it.

Walter, he knows you.


Like this.

Another faceless vacant
body from the streets.

I can do this.

Let me do this.

Let me get this guy.

Okay, Walter.

Let's go over it again.

What blood type are you?


And what do you have?

Degeneration of the liver tissue

due to hepatitis B.

I have, uh, less than...


What's the matter, Walter?

Mark, I don't
think I can do this.

Well, then we'll
stop it right now.


It's just that it's...

it's been so long since I've...


Walter, I know you can do this.

And you have to do it,
and not just for Patsy...

For yourself.

You're right.


Let's go. Uh...

don't spill anything
on the suit.

I want it back.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, but aren't
you Tom Winston?

Yeah. Yeah.

Something I can do for you?

Well, I was hoping
I'd find you here.

Uh... I'm a friend
of Whitt Sterling.

Mr. Sterling.

Yeah, I did him, um...

a little favor, I
guess you could say.

You saved his life.

Look, I was wondering
if I could have a moment

with you in private?

Sure, sure.

Let's go to the
other side of the bar.

Walter, my boy.

Hey, Howard.

How's the take today?

Real good after we opened
your pledge envelope.

A quarter of a million dollars?


It'll go a long way.

That's quite a contribution.

Well, what you're
doing here is wonderful.

And you're embarrassing
me, all right?

It was nothing.

You did it because you knew

I'm matching all
donations, didn't you?

Will you stop whining?

You can afford it.

Well, I'll catch up

with you later, huh?

My liver is shot.

Hepatitis B.

I am so far back on the list

I am beginning to think I
don't have a chance in hell.

I mentioned it to Whitt Sterling
and that's when he told me

about what you did for
him at the Ormand Clinic.

The bottom line
is I'm desperate.

If I were able to help you

like I did Mr. Sterling,

it would cost a
great deal of money.

Apparently, you don't
understand something here.

What good is all of my money

if I don't live to spend it?

Now, I need a liver donor soon.

What's your blood type?



All right.

Well, no promises, but
I'll see what I can do.

Why don't you, uh,
leave me a number

where I can get
in touch with you.


We've hit the mother lode.

How does $2 million sound?

No, the specs are perfect.

I've got the, uh, donor
right around the corner.

Now listen to me.

This is going to be
my last time, okay?

There's too many
people sniffing around.

It's starting to
make me nervous.



Hey, I know you, don't I?

Yeah? Yeah.

I work at the People's Clinic.

You were there...
what, yesterday? Oh,

yeah, sure, uh...

I gave you some blood, yeah.

Uh-huh. What are
you doing down here?

Kind of out of your
neighborhood, aren't you?

I was visiting a patient.

Now I'm heading home. Mmm.

Listen, can I buy
you something to eat?

Maybe a drink?

Yeah, why?

Everybody deserves a decent
meal now and then, huh?

Come on.

Where's he taking him?

I don't know.

Come on.

Where are we going?

To a restaurant I know.

But I want to stop
somewhere first.

I've got something for you.

Is this the way here?

Yeah, through this bar.

It's a shortcut I
know. Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Well, if they go
through these buildings,

it comes out onto Hill Street.

The clinic's at the
end of the block.

What are we picking up?

Oh, we got a donation
of some clothes in.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

I thought maybe you'd like to...

pick some stuff out, huh? Yeah.

Oh, boy.

This place is amazing.

The stuff's right
over here. Come on.

You're about a
large, right? Right.


What is the matter?

Sit up here for me for a second.

I want to take a
look at your eyes.

What you see something?
Well, I'm not sure.

They look a little
bit rheumy, though.

Rheumy? Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait.

What are you doing?

What took you

so long?

Just keep holding him.

I wasn't kidding what
I said to you earlier.

This is the last time
I'm doing this for you.

You understand me?

I'm out.



We're gonna have
to make this quick.

We don't even know
if they're in there.

I'm telling you.
This is the place.

All their surgery
equipment is here.

All right, watch out.

He's not dead.

He will be in about
15 or 20 minutes.

What was it?


About four cc's?

Isn't that about
right, Dr. Ormand?

How do you know my name?

I did a little checking.

Who are you?

Well, Dr. Sloan.

I'm afraid you've wandered
into the wrong place.

All of your playacting
and checking up on me

are going to cost you your life.

You're next.

You had it pretty
easy, didn't you?

Access to Howard
Mitchell's jets,

people with money,
and the Ormand Clinic.

Run by my brother, by the way.

He always wanted to
live in the Caribbean.

Does he care anything about the
innocent people you preyed on?

The healthy ones?

The ones you took organs from?

You said it yourself.

I provide a service
for people with money.

Lots and lots of money.

Besides, who's going to miss
someone living on the streets?

Someone with no home,
no family, no friends?

That's where you've
got it wrong, Doctor.

They do have friends.

I think you talk too
much, Dr. Sloan.

Drop it!


Quick, get an ambulance.

We've got to get him
to Emergency as an OD.

Call it in, will you? Okay.

You'd better get on the phone

to the Caribbean.

Already did.

Good work.

I think you're out of business.

I guess the ants

just didn't want to
stay on the farm, Mark.

I think they were getting
ready to walk off with the icebox.

I caught Cheryl's
arraignment on the news.


She's been charged with five
counts of murder in California,

and we've started
an investigation

in the other states
she worked in.

This thing's been
going on for a long time.

What about her brother?

We picked him up this morning.

So Cheryl Dante was
formerly Cheryl Ormand?

Yeah, it was her married name.

She kept it after the divorce.

Her brother was running

that clinic in the Caribbean,

and she was keeping the
supply of organs coming,

using her job with
Howard as a cover.

So Ormand Clinic,

offshore, no questions.

So she was performing
the operations?

Yeah, she was an MD

before she lost her license

in a malpractice suit.

How'd she hook up
with Tom Winston?

She met him in
Baxter tennis team.


Ooh! Hey!

Are we styling or what?

Thanks. MARK: Uh, Walter's

got a job with a
gentleman he met

- at the fundraiser.
- Yes, you know,

I came clean with who I was

and I still got the job.

I'll be part of a team to create

an inner-city workforce.

Oh, that's fantastic.

Yes, congratulations. Thank you.

I'm sure before long,
you'll be running the place.

Well, I...

well, I'd better be going.

I don't want to be
late for my first day.


Thanks for the suit.

Good luck, Walter.

Thank you, Mark.

Thank you.

That's from Patsy.

Thank you. Take care.


Where's Jesse?

Down at the beach?

I, uh...

don't have any money.

Uh, I'm just an intern

who's up to his ears in debt.


when I was your age,

I used to think
that this stuff was...

pretty cool.

I, uh... I hope you don't mind,

but I lined up a job
interview for you.

Walter told me

that you used to be a seamstress

and, you know, according to
him, you were a pretty good one.

I have this uncle

who works in the
garment industry,

and, and, well...

he can see you today at 4:00.

Who would I get to watch my son?

Well, I will.


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