Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 3, Episode 4 - Murder in the Courthouse - full transcript

While Mark is on jury duty -slacking according to Norman, as doctors can excuse themselves-, defending...

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Excuse me, ma'am?

Oh, no problem, Ms. Purcell.

Your Honor,

the District Attorney's
office has made it very clear

that the bloody shoes
allegedly belonging to my client

are the key to their case.

I'm well aware of
that, Mr. Slocombe.

Yes, sir, and since
you did rule them

inadmissible yesterday,
do we need to take up more

of this court's valuable time,

your valuable time, Your Honor,

reruling on this issue?

Regardless of the fact that
the defense is interested

in protecting my valuable time,

the point is very well taken.

The shoes were seized illegally
and will not be introduced.

Bailiff, let's get
them out of here.

Yes, Your Honor.

These proceedings
are now ten minutes old.

- Call the jury.
- Right away.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Good morning, Your Honor.

Sorry, Your Honor.

I forgot to turn it
off this morning.

Ms. Purcell, you may proceed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

May I approach?


Thank you.

In light of the court's ruling,

I'll move to closing arguments.

Very well.


Ladies and gentlemen,

my comments will be
brief and to the point.

Whether we wish
to admit it or not,

many streets in our
city are still controlled

and enforced by
organized crime cartels...

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Hello, Wade.

Hey, Dr. Livingston!

I made the tour
this morning, huh?

Afraid so.

All right, class, uh,
Mr. Phelps here is participating

in an experimental program.

Uh, Wade, why don't you

explain it to the class?

Yeah, sure. I'm testing
a testosterone patch.

Want to see it?

No! No! Oh.

We are going to take your word

that the patch is
attached appropriately.


endocrinology, anyone?

Why the patch?

Well, um, administering
the hormone to a patient

advanced in age... Hey! Hey!


I-I mean, um, to the elderly?

I mean, to...

to-to the old. To the older.


um, tests have
shown that-that...

that testosterone can
help improve coordination

and-and muscle tone, balance,

uh, memory functions,
and-and, uh...

And the other thing.

Okay, that's enough of that.

I can see I should have
left the third graders at home.

Well, Wade, you look fantastic!

Good! I feel terrific.

Hey, hey, hey, I've
been meaning to ask you.

Huh? How's Colorado
treating Jack?

Oh, he loves it.

He sees patients
from 8:00 to 12:00,

and the rest of the afternoon,
he is on the ski slope.

Isn't that wonderful?

Here I am trying
to retire at 65,

and he's doing half days at 30?

Tell me what's
wrong with this picture.

What can I tell you?

All right.

Okay. That's it for today.

Schedule stays the same
with me until further notification.

And how are things
in the pathology lab?

Hi, Norman. They're fine.

I'm headed there right now.

After taking up
Dr. Sloan's slack, I see.

Well, I'm just running
a few of his interns

through their paces.

Mark is on jury
duty, by the way.

He's not out goofing
off on a world cruise.

He's the only doctor in history

who didn't write himself
a letter excusing himself.

Well, perhaps that's because
he believes in what he's doing.

He believes that
this is his civic duty.

Besides, it's almost over.

The jury's out deliberating.

Well, that's good 'cause
we have a hospital to run,

and we don't need our doctors
exercising their civic duty

by having fun at a courthouse.

Have a nice day.

But Will, we have to
go by the evidence!

He's right. It has to be...

I don't care!

He's as guilty as sin!

I can smell it!

Oh, now he thinks
he can smell it.

Look, perhaps if we...

We're supposed to see it

and hear it. No, I have!

It's you people that
refuse to acknowledge it.

You people!

Let me just... WILL:
Which one of those

two words didn't you understand?

I got two words for you.

You want to hear them?

Only if your two words
are, "I am stupid!"

Actually, that's three words.

You are. That's two.

Fine. That's real constructive.

Look, he's talking. People?

If you would just
listen for once.

I have been listening. People!

Will, I-I appreciate
your passion here.

I'm not sure if all of
us here don't share it.

But the point is, the
State didn't make its case.

What's to make?

He's a known hit man.

Hold it! Who knows that?

Oh, come on!

Read a paper once in a while.

Please, don't let's start again.

All right, a reputed hit man,

on his third murder indictment,

accused of killing a Korean,

the Russians'
known crime rivals.

Mr. Andropovich

had an alibi.

We heard the testimony.

From another Russian,
another gang member.

Will, they didn't even
produce a murder weapon.

You're a doctor.

A guy walks into your office
with a three-pack-a-day habit,

a hacking cough and chest pains.

And you don't know
it's cancer?! Come on.

I suspect it's
cancer. I feel it.

I smell it.

But I order an X-ray,
I order a biopsy,

so that I can proceed,

knowing that beyond
a reasonable doubt,

that is the correct diagnosis.

Now, unfortunately, right
here, we don't have any X-rays.

We don't have any biopsy.

All we've got is doubt.

I really appreciate this, Billy.

My head is pounding.

It's no problem, Ms. Purcell.

The visiting judges' chambers
have been empty all week.

Thank you.

Third floor. Randolph.


Hi, Ms. Purcell.

You're such a dear.

Will you do me a
favor and wake me

in an hour?

I'd be happy to.

Oh, gee, thanks, Billy.

Thank you.

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Yeah? Third floor.

You have a verdict already?

Okay, I'll round everyone up.

Third floor, Randolph.

Third floor, Randolph. Hello?


Ms. Purcell?

Ms. Purcell?

Ms. Purcell, we have a verdict.


a verdict.

Oh, wow.

It didn't take
long, did it, Billy?

Thank you.

Say, Billy, I forgot my glasses.

I'll catch up with you, okay?

No problem.

Will the jury foreman
please read the verdict?

Your Honor, we find the
defendant, Yuri Andropovich,

not guilty on all counts.

Very well.

The court thanks
you for your service.

We're adjourned.

Mr. Andropovich,
you're free to go.

Good job, everybody.

Ah, no hard feelings, Purcell?

How about my
client's possessions?

Do I have to sue?

He can sign for them in impound.

You know the drill.

Later, big guy.

Thanks a lot.

Well, that's three
times he walked.

This time he beat the top gun.

About time for your office to
pick on someone else, I'd say.

Have a nice day.


What are you doing here?

Why, I came to hear
closing arguments.

I wanted to hear
Patricia Purcell work.

I can't believe that
animal walked again.

Oh, there was
nothing we could do.

He's right.

Most of the evidence was
tossed on a motion to suppress.

Ms. Purcell, this is
my son, Steve Sloan.

He's a detective with homicide.

How do you do? Hello.

Is that bothering you?

Oh, no, it's just a burn I got

from the frying pan.

Hand-eye coordination is
not my strong suit, either.

So, Steve, have I run across
your name a few times?

You've prosecuted a
few cases I've worked on.

How'd I do?

Great; as a matter of fact,

you were my
inspiration to study law.

I don't feel too
inspiring today.

For what it's worth, I'm
sorry it didn't go the other way.

The state's job is not to
win every case, Dr. Sloan.

The point is to make sure

that justice is served.

Is that mercury?

Sure is.

And I'll bet you it's
part of the switch

that triggered the bomb.

Well, it's no amateur
we're dealing with.


Yes, sir?

Would you grab that
mercury for evidence?

Be careful. Don't burn yourself.

Oh, what a mess.

Thank God nobody else was hurt.

Detective Sloan?

We found a Slim
Jim and these cutters

in the trash can by
the exit door over there.

It looks like the bomber
dumped them on his way out.

All right, get it to
CSU right away.

Yes, sir.

Why would he do that? What?

Ms. Purcell, can
we get a statement?

Gentlemen, if you
will excuse me.

It looks like I'm going to
have to make a statement.

I'd better call in. Okay.

I've got to learn to cook.

Hi, Dad. Hi.

How are the burgers coming?

I think they're
going to be good.

Burger briquettes
again, huh? Yeah.

I got a little sidetracked
with this bomb squad report.

Interesting stuff, huh? Hmm.

Mmm, I smell burgers.

Hi! Thanks for the invite.

Well, I think since
you're a long way

from Elgin, Illinois,
a little greasy food

might make you
feel right at home.

Thanks, but, you
know, in Elgin we usually

put the charcoal
under the grill.

Well, nobody said he could cook.

Hey, what is that?

Oh, the latest on the
Andropovich bombing.

Somebody wanted him bad enough

to take some big
risks in a public garage.

Do you think that's where
he planted it? Had to.

The police impound it came
from had 24-hour cameras.

And it was no quickie
installation, either.

They had a weight activator
in there set at 270 pounds

and a mercury switch.

Mercury switch?

Yeah, it was installed so as
the car went up the incline,

the mercury slowly
ran down... Dad!


Okay, well, what's
a weight activator?

Basically it's a scale.

No contact is made
until a certain weight

is reached, say, 250 pounds.

So then it was set for Yuri.

Only for Yuri.

The DA's office thinks the
bomb came from Koreatown.

That's according to
their confidential sources.

What sources?

Well, if I knew, they wouldn't
be confidential, would they?

Anyway, I've worked Koreatown.

I know most of the players.

You know, maybe
I can go down there

and nose around
a little bit. Forget it.

I can ask a few questions,
follow a few leads.

Forget it!

And, you know, I
could follow those leads

until I find out... You
are not going down there!

Why not? Oh, I don't know.

I'm thinking a community
about to explode,

possible gang war,
random gunfire.

Things like that.

So in other words, get
yourself a charcoal burger

and stay out of this.

Look, I've got to get to
work. Have fun, guys.

Aren't you going to
have some potato salad?

Your potato salad? Yeah.

No, thanks.

- See you later, Steve.
- You know, Jess,

Steve's got a point.

Well, I didn't think
he had to snap at me.

Have you got a little time?

You going to take
over the interns? Yeah.

Yeah, I have a little time.

Good, right after lunch, go see

what you can find
out about Andropovich

and those two other
indictments against him.

And anything else
that looks interesting.

No problem.

And try to keep Jesse
out of Koreatown.

Will do.

All right, you said

two contacts, that's it.

That's the only reason I
let you talk me into this.

I just can't believe
no one's talking to us.

You know, just one more stop.
No, no, we need to leave now.

We're beginning
to attract a crowd.

Okay, okay, look, there's
a guy named Eddie Lok.

He's a power
broker down this way.

Excuse me. Are
you Mr. Lok? Yeah.

Hi, I'm Jesse Travis.

Uh, Dr. Travis,

and this is Dr. Livingston.

Yeah, so?


I-I see that you're
closing shop now,

so maybe we'll come
back another time.


You shouldn't be
here, Dr. Travis.

You're not going
to find anything.

Any more than the
cops did, and if you're

looking for some
Korean bomb-maker,

well, there just aren't any.

Now Eddie, you
know that's not right.

You two take
direction real well.

Where's your grandfather, Eddie?


Well, I'll just wait here
till he comes back.

You want to wait in here, Sloan?

You better go get
yourself a warrant.

Detective Sloan knows.

I will tell the two
young doctors.

I am Korean who makes bombs.

He was here since
7:00 this morning.

I got over 20 customers
who'd swear he's been here.

The Russian is dead.

Leave it alone.

Did you kill him, Qwan?

Did Andropovich
kill Kim Young Lee?

I think so.

The court said no.

He's just a boy,

a young student.

He was not in our business.

That Russian pig, he killed him.

Just because he could.

What happened to you, Qwan?

It's been a while,
hasn't it, Lieutenant?

You two are doctors.
Look at me, huh?

What do you see?


Advanced rheumatoid arthritis,

fusion of the knuckles...

Uh-huh, good.

And my eyesight, it's gone.

I guess it would be pretty
hard to make a bomb

in that condition.

Yeah, and my condition only

gets worse each day.

Well, maybe you
taught Eddie here.

I run a grocery, Sloan.

That's it.


Let's go.

I taught none of my people.

Good morning, Dr. Sloan.

Oh, hi!

I'm a little stuck here.

That would be my
guess, too. Need a hand?

If you don't mind.

Oh, there. Oh, boy.

You're probably
wondering what I was doing.

It crossed my mind.

Trying to figure out
how big a person

could get through that hole.

Well, it looks like
you didn't make it.

Not quite, no, I'm thinking

we're dealing with somebody
maybe under 120 pounds.


Korean? Yeah, could be.

Or maybe female.


You know, I'd just
love to stand here

and watch your mind work,

but the law calls. Of course.

Oh, uh, Ms. Purcell?

I've got something for you
here I meant to give you.

Uh, cortisone, for
that burn on your hand.

That's looks a lot more serious
to me than just a grease burn.

This'll help. Oh, thank you.

It's really not that serious.

Listen, you never
know. Here, you take it.

Well, okay, thank you.

Are you going up?

Yes, I am. Oh,
good, I'll go with you.

Here, let me take that for you.

No trouble.

So when you lost
the motion to suppress

and the bloody shoes
were held inadmissible,

why didn't you take an
interlocutory appeal to a higher court?

I see that you and your
son, the budding lawyer,

have been doing your homework.

Yes, I guess we have.

Tell Steve for me, Dr. Sloan,

that interlocutory appeals

are rarely granted.

They're costly and

and would have had
no significant impact

on this case.

Well, you know, I only ask

because you have this
reputation for pursuing

every angle and
never ever giving up.

That's a good reputation
to have, Dr. Sloan.

Ms. Purcell?

Thank you.

You know, if you don't
mind my saying so,

it looks to me like
this time you just...

gave up.

Kind of ran out of steam.

The judge's ruling was
a huge disappointment.

Could we just dispense

with all the sleuthing and
questioning, Dr. Sloan?

The case is over.

Well, the case is over,

but the Andropovich
murder isn't.

I'd like to know who killed him.

And you don't think
the Koreans did it?

I think it had to be
somebody in this courthouse.

Had to be based upon
the famous fence theory.

Well, that's a
little thin, I guess.

Yes, it is.

Do you have any suspects?

Not yet.

Any witnesses?

Any fingerprints.

Any concrete answers?



That's just force of habit.

You know, Dr. Sloan,

I admire your initiative.

But you're going to have to come
up with some more solid evidence

before you expect us to
launch an investigation

into this "inside job" theory.


No, I understand that.

That's exactly
what I'm trying to do.

For instance, who
associated with this case

had the opportunity to go down,

plant a bomb in the car,

between 12:00 and 1:00?

Now wait a minute.

Now it has to be
somebody who's associated

with this case?

Who else would have a motive?

I mean, we know it
wasn't a random bombing.

Well, okay. I'll grant you that.

But why did it have
to be between 12:00

and 1:00?

Because the car
was delivered at 9:45.

Court had been in
session since 9:00.

Everybody had an alibi.

Well, good for us.

Then we broke at
noon for deliberation.

We were back at
1:00 with a verdict.

So it had to be within that
one-hour window of opportunity.

Why do I have this horrible
feeling you're not finished?

Because that only
accounts for the jury.

Now I checked Judge Burton.

He was at lunch. Good.

The two court bailiffs were...

enjoying each other's company.

Actually, the only person
I can't account for is you.


Am I a suspect?

No! No, not at all.

I'm just... I'm curious.

Well, I didn't go to lunch

because I had a headache.

So I took a little nap

in the visiting judge's
chambers instead.


I knew you had to be someplace.

You can check with
the hallway bailiff.

He was posted right
outside the door.

And he will tell you that
I didn't leave that room

until the verdict was in.

The bailiff's name
is Billy Randolph.

Yeah, I know.

Well, listen, I won't take
any more of your time.

Thanks for all the help.

Anytime, Dr. Sloan.

Well, I may take you up on that.

Looking good!



Why not?

I get out of the office,
get to lie around in bed,

people waiting on me.

And you get to wear nighties

with the backs open

and tapioca pudding
out of plastic cups.

Please! Please!

You're spoiling my vacation.


Okay, we have here...


Good day.

Amanda, have you seen Dr. Sloan?

No, not this morning.

He's not at home.
He's not at the hospital.

Do you have any idea
where he could be?

Not a clue.

Have him see me
if you hear from him.

Absolutely. Good day.

Okay, where is he?

He is at the courthouse
working on the Andropovich case.

Oh, that's a
weird one, isn't it?

Guy gets assassinated
a half an hour

after he gets acquitted. Mm-hmm.

What's even weirder is

that Patricia
Purcell lost the case.

Yeah. Get this.

I have a friend
at the DA's office.

He told me she was
a bulldog until she lost

this one case,

and some say that she even
had a nervous breakdown.

But when she came back...

When she came
back, she was colder.

More steel in the eye, yeah.

You've got it. Oh, I know.

That's what I heard

the first time I went up
against her, and it's true.

Well, what happened?

Well, I don't know for a fact,

but I know who you
can call to find out.

All right, Wade.

What's this going to cost me?

What's the name of the day nurse

with the red hair, big smile,

about 40, looks 30?



Consider your bill paid in full.

I think those
patches are working.


Who do I call?

Get a pencil.



I see you.


There's got to be a way.

Hello. Third floor.

Do you mind?

Oh, it's for you.


Can you hold on a second?

You got much
longer on this, Doc?

No. Not at all.

You've been a real
help, Mr. Randolph.

Thank you.


If you would, just
try to read the signs.

I Will, I will. Thanks.

Hey. I did it.

I made it from the
chambers to the stairwell,

and you didn't see me
because you were on the phone.

Yeah, but everybody
heard the alarm.

Yeah, but I wouldn't
have if I'd known the code.

This... turns it off.


Now run down there and back up

and time it this time.

Right, right, good.

You got it.

I see you've moved on
from interlocutory appeals.


Well, I've been
trying to figure out

how they got that bomb
in Andropovich's car.

The mysterious court employee.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

You know what bothered me?

As it turns out,

there was no need to think
about killing Andropovich

until after the bloody shoes

were declared inadmissible

and the case
began to fall apart.

Then the killer would have
no more than three hours

to make a complicated bomb,

figure out where
to put it, set it

and escape undetected.

That's a pretty tall order.


You are very, very
good, Ms. Purcell.

Hey, that's my job: to pick
apart fantasy testimony.

Well, you can certainly do that.

Now, that was too easy,

though, Dr. Sloan.

There's something
else ricocheting around

in that mind of yours.

Okay, now this may be
a little bit far out there,

but what if the
killer figured out

what the ruling on the
shoes was going to be...


That would mean...

That would mean the
killer is a mind reader.


But it'd also mean

that he's an expert

on the law of
search and seizure,

and he anticipated
the judge's ruling.

Hey, okay.

An average of one
minute and 30 seconds.

Did you allow time
to plant the bomb

in the car?


Well, go back and try it again.

Yeah, but...

One more time. Oh.

How did you know that code?

Oh, it was easy.

Say, you know one thing
that did arouse my curiosity?

I think somebody put tape

on this latch

because there's a
sticky residue on there,

wouldn't you say?
That's interesting.

What about the alarm?

Good point.

Good point.

The alarm...

sticky, too!

There was tape on there.

This brilliant court employee

who worked so hard to
do so many clever things

to kill Andropovich,

what possible motive did he have

that could justify murder?


I mean, what better
motive is there?

The man did deserve
the punishment.

You agree with that, don't you?

You know, Dr. Sloan,

if I were a suspicious person,

I would think you were
building a case against me.




There are a few
unanswered questions.

Such as?

You got a minute?

Listen, if it'll get you
to stop asking me

all these questions, I'm yours.

Shall we?


I'm back.

Excuse me.

Can you tell me
where Justine Brady is?

That's her. Thank you.

Excuse me. Are
you Justine Brady?

Yes, can I help you?

Yeah, I'm, I'm Amanda Bently,

I mean, Livingston.

I just got married.

I'm not used to that
married name yet.

I understand.

I wondered if we
could talk? About?

Well, a friend of
mine referred me

to some of his associates

at the District
Attorney's office.

And they gave me your name.

What is this about?

Uh... Patricia Purcell.

You shouldn't have come here.

Well, I just have a few
questions to ask you.

They're very important.

They have to do with
a murder investigation.

I'm not going to talk
about her. Well, Mrs. Brady,

if you know anything
about the case

that'll help it along.

You're gonna have to talk
to someone sooner or later.

Mrs... Mrs...!

Okay, stop it there.

Roll it back just a little bit.

All right, now, this
is the security tape

of all the people who
came into the courthouse

the day of the bombing

who didn't go through
the metal detector.

That's you right there.

Aside from having
a bad hair day,

what is wrong with this picture?

Well, it's the next
one I'm interested in.

Could you, uh, roll that?

This is later in the day.


Okay, stop!

Now what caught my
attention were your briefcases.

Yes, well, the
law runs on paper.

Ah... I'm sure it
does, but you came in

with two.

You left with one.

Looks like it.

What happened to the other one?

I think it's obvious

that I left the other
briefcase in my office.

Oh, of course.

You mind if I have a look at it?

I'm getting

a little bored with your
game-playing, Doctor,

but if you insist

on continuing to play
detective with me,

there is a new game
I could teach you.

It's called slander and libel.

About ten years ago,

when the Russian
mob first surfaced,

the DA's office
decided to infiltrate it.

And Patricia Purcell
was involved in this?

She ran it.

She was the control officer.

Couple years out of law
school, they let her run that.

The man they chose
to put undercover

was my husband Morgan.

There was another man.
His name was Andropovich.

That's the murderer I mentioned.

He just died. I know.

Andropovich found out my
husband was a police officer

and killed him.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

Ah... there was really
no case against him.

He was found innocent.

But Patricia Purcell
knew your husband.

Yes, she knew him.

My husband died a
hero, Mrs. Livingston.

There was a commendation
from the department.

Um... the mayor
came to the funeral.

Even the governor
sent a telegram.

My, my kids were
very little then.

But they're growing up...

to be very proud
of their father.

I'm sure, Mrs. Brady,
that that won't change.

Had you ever met

Patricia Purcell?

Uh... no.

Um... and I never will.

Well, she came up to me
at my husband's funeral,

but I wouldn't speak
to her because...

she killed my husband.

As sure as if she held
the gun, she killed him.

Are you saying because she
sent your husband to the Russians,

that you feel

that she's responsible?

No, because she was
having an affair with him.

He loved her.

That's what he told me.

Andropovich saw them together...

in a hotel lobby and, uh...

my husband's
cover was destroyed.

He was dead the next day.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

I'd say that Patricia
definitely had

a personal hatred
against Andropovich.

You know, her
cellular phone bill

shows two calls
to the bailiff's office

45 minutes apart.

Sure. One to get her
in, and one to get her out.

Oh, we got her. Mm-hmm.

Say, guys?


Are these, uh, mushrooms?

Yes. Mark, what are you doing?

Well, I'm conducting a
little experiment here.

How many omelettes would
you say I've made over the years?

I have no idea.

Thousands of them, and I'm
somewhat of an expert, too.

Oh. Well, it shows.

What's the point?

Well, I can't do it blind,

but I'll bet if I turned
my back and told you

how to do it, you could do it.

Qwan Lok.

That's right.

Old Qwan knows how to
make a bomb. He just can't

do it anymore.

But maybe he could
talk someone through it.

And not just someone.
Patricia Purcell.

We have her motive:
revenge for killing her lover.


And-And guilt for
having caused it.

We have opportunity.

How she passed the bailiff
and got down to the garage.

All we have to do is put
that bomb in her hands.

But you've

already described how
she could have made one.

Of course, it's just conjecture,

unless we can get
Qwan Lok to talk.

Well, even so,

it's her word against his.

Now, she's a respected
attorney in the justice system.

Qwan's a common criminal.
- Oh, yeah.

She'll definitely win.

Well, still, I think stirring
the pot might help.

You know, after all,

the illusion of
something happening

is almost as good as
it actually happening.



Now what, Sloan?

What do you want?

You, Eddie. I'm taking you in.

You're crazy. For what?

For questioning.

Suspicion of murder.

Oh. Who'd I kill this time?
- Oh,

we're still on the same
murder, Eddie: Yuri Andropovich.

You got nothing to connect
me to that, and you know it.

He killed your cousin,
Eddie. That's motive.

And your grandfather sat down
next to you for a couple hours

and showed you how
to make a bomb. Means.

That is not true.

We also have a witness
who saw you at the garage.

I was nowhere
near that courthouse.

Prove that, and you got
nothing to worry about.

I'll be out in a day.

Eddie did not kill that Russian.

Well, somebody did.

Until we get a better
suspect, Eddie's ours.


Yeah, Dad. It's Steve.

Well, I hope you know
what you're doing.

We're taking him in.

I do, too.

Thanks, Steve.


I hope we'll do this again soon.

What are you doing here?

Your office said
you were at lunch.

I thought it would
be more discreet

to meet here rather
than your courthouse.

What do you want, Qwan?

They arrested my grandson.

He'll be out in 24 hours.

Mm. Was this
your plan all along?

To let Eddie take the blame?

They're playing a game.


They said they have a witness.

It's a bluff.

Believe me. There was no
one down in that garage but me.

Why is this happening?

We had an agreement.

Which we kept.

We worked together to
kill a man we both hated.


And then you double-crossed me.

My grandson arrested.

My agreement was to protect you.

So, you turn your
back on Eddie now?


What I did was for me, me alone.


A matter of honor.

Something you don't
know anything about.

Others should know about this.

Careful, old man.

You're an accomplice to murder.

Remember that.

Help Eddie.

Eddie will be fine.

You just keep your mouth shut!

If anything happens
to Eddie, my grandson,

you will pay!

You can't hold him forever.

You have the right to
reasonable questioning.

Then you have to release him.

Or charge him.

I'm putting him
under arrest today,

along with his grandfather
as an accomplice.

This won't stick.

It's my understanding
this kid has no history

of bombing, and he has an alibi.

We've all seen this show before.

Bad indictment, a
long, expensive trial,

and then an acquittal.

Look, none of that
has happened yet.

Let us go with
our investigation,

and we'll get him.

If we stumble,

we could open
ourselves to a civil suit.

I'm willing to take that chance.

Look, thank you
for your concern,

but everything will work out.

I hope so.

All right, I'll
talk to you later.


What are you doing
here, Dr. Sloan?

Oh, hi! Uh, waiting
for you, actually.


You know, I talked to my son.

He said they arrested
Eddie Lok for that bombing.

I think your son
jumped a little too soon.

Well, Steve's pretty confident.

You know, this time I
think you're going to win.

And when you do, it'll be just
as you said in the courtroom...

Justice will have been served.

And I will feel what?
Gratified? Rewarded?


Well, I should think so.

And how will you feel, Doctor?


Let down? Depressed?

Haven't we danced
this dance long enough?

You've been after me
for Andropovich's murder

practically from the
minute it happened.

I have. I admit it.

I don't know what happened.

I got carried away.

You know how it started?

With this burn on your hand.

You said that was a grease burn.

But it never got red,
and it never blistered.

But it was itchy; it was scaly.

Now, that's a mercury burn.

And for this you hounded me?

Running through the
halls of the courthouse,

questioning my whereabouts,
photographing my briefcase?!

Checking into your past record.

I'm sorry about,
uh, Morgan Brady.

Well, if you're looking
for absolution, Doctor,

you won't get it from me.


Please help!

What is it?

Don't touch anything.

Look under the seat.

Yes. Yes, there's
something here.

Dr. Sloan, it's a bomb.

Get out of the car.

No, I can't move.

It's weight-activated.

What'll I do?

Look under the seat.

Do you see wires?

There should be four.

Do you see them? Four wires.

Yes, yes. Different colors.

Look for the green wire...
behind the black one.

That's the one
that connects the...

the activator to the detonator.

Be very careful.

He-He may have put
a motion sensor in it.

He? Qwan Lok.

He showed me.

Cut the green wire.


This all right?


Yes, that's all right.

Cut the green wire.

Just only that one.

Are you sure?


Yes, I'm sure.

I'm positive.

Of course you are, Ms. Purcell.

You built one yourself.

See you in court, Ms. Purcell.

Well, we'll see you
next month, Wade.

You're on the last leg.

We'll, I can't believe I've
only got one more month.

Hey, I'm going to
miss that old patch.

I'm going to be a customer

when they put
them on the market.

Oh, a fan, huh? Oh, hey, listen.

Let me tell you something.

I've never felt
better in my life.

And I've got all my
"V" words working:

vim, vigor, vitality.

Next month!

See you. Bye-bye.

Are you sure we
shouldn't tell him?

That he's on a placebo? No!

Just keep giving
him those "V" words

for the next 30 days.

Ah. And then what?

Oh, he'll probably revert
to the old Wade again.

You think it changed
him that much?

100%. You know,
it's a funny thing.

Compared to the side
effects of the actual patch,

which are terrible,

the effects of that
placebo are incredible.

It's amazing.

Really, am... worth a try.

Um... Norman?

Hi. Um...

Oh, no.

No, no, no...

You know, it doesn't
work for everyone.

You know, Norman! Norman!