Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 14 - Murder, My Suite - full transcript

A devious woman releases a deadly strain of bacteria on the guests of a luxurious hotel, but what is her motive?

Did you get what I wanted?

I told you trying to get in
the lab on a Saturday morning

is next to impossible.

Which is why
I spent the night there.

Okay... uh, "A" is for antigen

and-and "B" is for bacteria.

Just to make sure there was...
there was no confusion.

How clever of you.

Mmm.

I don't know how
you can do that.

I wouldn't have to if you had
the stomach to give it to me.



Oh, uh, I...

I'd kill for you.

Uh... I'd even die for you.

Just don't ask me

to give you an injection.

You have to have this, you know.

Hard to believe...

A medical grad student
afraid of a little needle.

Well, I've been that way
since I was a kid.

Let's go ahead
and get it over with.

Besides, that's "former
researcher," anyway.

I mean, I can't go back
to university now.

Not after, uh... this.

My career's finished.



You know,

I'm going to need a bigger,

uh, cut
from this operation, you know.

Just to make it worth my while.

You don't have a problem
with that, do you?

Oh, no.

Great.

I'll make sure you get...

Ow.

What you deserve.

There... that wasn't so bad,
was it?

Stings a little.

Come here.

I'll make it feel better.

So, we're really going
to go through with this?

Of course we are.

Tell me, did you mean
what you said?

That you'd kill for me?

Die for me?

Right now, baby, I would
do anything for you.

I'm so happy to hear that.

Morning,
Dr. Sloan.

Morning!

Hey, Doctor.

Oh, my goodness!

Morning.

Oh! Whoa!

Ooh!

Whoa!

What a marvelous morning.

I thought you gave up

roller-skating to work
a long time ago.

Well, I did, but, you know,

I was poking around
in the garage

looking for my old tap shoes,
I found these.

Wonder if I could handle
Rollerblades.

Did you hear the news?

What?

I won the Medical
Examiners Society

Scene Investigation Award.

The "Messy"?

I know it may not mean
much to anybody else,

but in my profession,
it's the very highest honor.

I always said you were
the best there is.

I'm glad somebody else

recognizes that.

Thought you gave up on those.

Yeah, well,
they're back in again.

Wonder if I could find
my old skateboard.

Oh, you've got to get my back.

What?

My back.

Ooh, you got
a real rash
going there.

You would, too, if you
went surfing in sewer water.

Oh, another spill at the mouth
of Ballona Creek.

I heard about it.

Yeah, so did I... after I'd been

in the water for half an hour.

You'll live.

Well, that takes you out as the
subject of Amanda's next award.

What award?

I won the Messy.

Really.

Mm-hmm.

I always thought
you were pretty neat.

Not messy, messy.
The
Messy.

The Medical Examiners Society
Scene Investigation Award.

Oh, the Messy.

Mm-hmm.

Medical examiners get awards.

Only the good ones.

Hey, how about I take us all
out to celebrate?

You know, Mark, your tab
at Barbecue Bob's

is getting kind of steep.

I was thinking of something

a little more upscale...
Curtis Creek Inn.

I'll make the reservations,
and I'll pay.

Okay?

All right.

You don't think
he's going to wear those

in the restaurant, do you?

I hope not.

Irv?

Dr. Sloan.

Come on, it hasn't been

so long you've forgotten
my first name, has it?

Why, it's good to see you, Mark.

How have you been?

Well, no complaints.

Uh, Dr., uh, Jesse Travis,
Dr. Amanda Bentley,

this is Dr. Irv Downey,

who used to teach
at the university

till he struck out on his own.

Yes, he taught a course

in microbial pathogenesis,
I recall.

I audited your
course one semester.

Ah.

Dr. Downey is
a renowned specialist

in communicable diseases.

So, how are things

in the private sector?

Well, still bleeding red ink,
as usual.

Would you like to
join us for lunch?

Uh...

We're doctors.

Okay, please, people... back.

Yeah, we could use
a little room here.

Rapid pulse. High fever.

His chest is crackling

like the inside of a cereal box.

Better call 911.

Is there anyplace
we can put him?

The hotel doctor's office
is just off the lobby.

Give me a hand.

This isn't exactly
the celebration
I had in mind.

Oh, I know.

Dr. Aronson only works for us
part-time,

but he's always on call.

Oh, that's all right.
We'll handle this.

Well, at least
they're well-supplied.

All right, let's get him
on a saline drip.

Shouldn't we try to
locate his family?

Yes, we should, and
we should get him

to a hospital right away.

No I.D... just a room key.

Let me have that.

Can you give us the room number?

Yeah. Right away.

Room 101.

Who is it registered to?

A Mr. Vander. Alex Vander.

Paramedics are on the way.

We have a name for our patient.

Alex Vander in 101.

All right. We'll
confirm his I.D.

And, I hope, find something
to explain his condition.

Okay.

Hello?

I better start searching.

Yeah. I'll look
in the bathroom.

"Alex Vander."

Lives in Mar Vista.

He's got a student
I.D. card.

Apparently he's a grad student
at the university.

Oh, my God, Jesse.
Stay away.

"Caution: infectious agent.

"Federal law prohibits
unauthorized use or possession

"of this biological material.

"Contents:
Legionella pneumophila,

serogroup three."

Legionnaires' disease.

Serogroup three?

I've never heard of a strain
like that before.

Well, there are many different
strains of
Legionella.

Some are extremely virulent.

Some of them relatively benign.

This doesn't look like
one of the benign ones to me.

Jesse, 10cc's of erythromycin.

The ambulance.

We can't let anybody in here.

Or let anybody out.

We've got to lock
this hotel down.

Where's Krup?

He's at the front desk.

You can lock all
these doors, can't you?

Yes, but why would I
want to do that?

We have guests

coming and going night and day.

Not anymore.

Amanda.

I'll handle it.

We have to put the hotel
under quarantine.

What?!

Ma'am, I'm sorry, you can't...

You've heard of
Legionnaires' disease?

Mr. Vander is dying of it
right now.

Well, if word gets out
on this, we're gonna...

Oh, it's going to
get out, all right.

We have to notify
public health right away.

And we should lock those doors

before the paramedics get here.

It's just more people
to quarantine.

You've got to help me.

It's my wife...
I think she's dying.

All right.
I'm Dr. Downey.

Take me to your wife.

Okay, let's lock it down.

Show me the key.

Here, here, here.

Yeah, grab the door.

I got that.

Gentlemen, false alarm.

What?

I'm sorry.

Jesse, we need
to set up a triage.

We can use
a conference room for that.

We need something
a little bit larger
for the less acute cases.

Mr. Krup, you have
a suggestion?

Uh, we have a ballroom.

Can you show it to me?

Yeah.

Steve? It's me.

We'll set up a perimeter
around the hotel,

and I won't have any problem
getting a full quarantine.

Give me Alex Vander's
driver's license number.

Yeah, it's, uh, "N"
as in Nancy...

six-six-oh-six-three...

niner-five.

All right, now we've just got
to wait for the database.

Look, call the Center
for Disease Control,

talk to somebody at N.C.I.D.,
tell them what we've got here.

All right, uh, what else
are you going to need?

Uh, medical supplies:
antibiotics,

syringes, saline bags,

portable oxygen, uh,
antiseptic dressings.

You know, we might as well
prepare for the worst.

Look, I'll just load up
a full medevac helicopter

and get it to you up there.

We'll land it on the roof.

Good.

Tell them not to bring
the supplies in themselves.

We'll send somebody up after it.

All right. Here's Vander.

No priors.

Huh.

Not even a traffic ticket.

Not exactly the profile
of a terrorist.

No.

Listen, uh, Dad... were you
exposed to the bacteria?

We have to assume
we all were, Steve.

Wish me luck.

Right.

Rollaway beds...
As many as you can get.

Blankets, sheets,
towels, washcloths.

Empty out the doctor's office.

Bring all the medical
supplies in here... 104.

And ice. Lots of ice.

Ice. Right. Got it.

Have you ever seen
anything incubate
this fast?

Once in 1992.

In Zaire. Ebola.

You know, we should thank our
lucky stars Dr. Downey's here.

When it comes to the treatment
of infectious diseases...

The best there is.

What do you think the odds are
that you would happen

to be here at the beginning
of an outbreak?

Well, what are the odds
that any of us would be?

It's lucky we were,

or that disease would be
walking out the door

and into the streets.

Okay. All right.

Fever, coughing, ataxia.

It's hitting her pretty hard.

Okay, you're going to be fine.

We've got a room
for you over here.

How's Vander?

Uh, unconscious but stable.

Opposite of how I feel...

Conscious and a little unstable.

Yeah.

Doctor...

Yes.

Let's get this block cleared
and cordoned off... now.

Let's go.
On the double.

Sir.

Department of Health?

That's right.

Let's get those signs up now.

11-82,
this is Metro One. Come in.

This is Lieutenant Sloan.
Metro, what's up?

There's a guy here
who wants to talk to you.

Driscoll brought him in.

I'm kind of tied up
right now, Metro.

His name is Bethers...
Jim Bethers.

He says he's Alex Vander's
professor at the university.

I'm on my way.

That's great. Thanks.

Thanks.

We could use more blankets.

Excuse me.

Get some ice, too. Thanks.

Are you in charge here?

Um, I guess so.

Just as much as anybody else.

I was told I couldn't leave.

Yeah, that's right.

In fact, you should
probably go back to your room.

That is, if you're
feeling all right.

I'd feel better if I
could get out of here.

I think we all would,
but we're just

going to have
to be patient, okay?

But it's really important.

I'm a model, and I
have a photo shoot.

Yeah... it's just
going to have to wait.

The hotel is completely
sealed off.

Nobody can get in or out.

I guess we're stuck.

Now, the order
for the quarantine

comes directly
from the Department of Health,

but just because
we're all quarantined in here

does not mean
we're all going to get sick.

We've had a small outbreak
of Legionnaire's disease,

which we will contain.

We have experts
from the C.D.C. flying in.

All right. I'm no happier
about being stuck here

than the rest of you are,

but we have
seven confirmed cases so far.

I don't want to be number eight!

They can't keep us here.

They can't keep us from leaving.

Please stay calm.

Let's get out of here!

Folks, we're not going
to let you out that door.

Please stay calm.

People, please go back.

There's nothing we can
do for you out here.

We can't help you.

The doctors in there can.

Please, back up.

This is a quarantine.

Everything's going
according to plan.

What about Dr. Sloan?

He wasn't part of the plan.

No, but he's cooperating.

He won't be a problem.

Yeah? What about Vander?

You didn't tell me
he was going to get sick.

I bet you didn't
tell him that, either.

It was an accident, a horrible
accident, but don't worry...

There won't be
any more mistakes.

Soon we'll be together
in the Caribbean

or the South of France

or wherever we want to be.

Yeah? Well, that won't happen

if I don't get through
this wall.

Then get busy.

I want no foot traffic at all.

Keep those people back.

Where do you guys get off?

I was in the middle of class

when your goon over there
came in and dragged me out.

Please accept my apologies.

We just didn't have time
for the usual pleasantries.

Oh, right.

Like you ever have time
for the usual pleasantries.

I don't even get those

when you're writing me
a parking ticket.

I need to talk to you
about Alex Vander.

Great. Not only do you
drag me out of class,

but you drag me out of class

to talk about my least
favorite human being on earth.

Your former boyfriend,
from what I've been told.

What of it?

You see that hotel

over there?

Dozens of people
are sick and dying

because of a germ
your ex-boyfriend let loose.

Now, you and I are going to find

a nice, quiet place to talk,
and you're going to fill me in

on every single detail
of his life.

How's he doing?

Actually, he's starting

to stabilize a little bit.

If we could just
bring down this fever,

we might be able
to get him to talk.

You're supposed to be treating
those poor infected people.

Unfortunately,
I've got lots of help.

Sloan?

He's been looking over
my shoulder every minute,

and he and his
little worker bees

have managed
to keep Vander alive.

What if he talks?

That would be a problem.

That would be the end.

Make sure it doesn't happen.

I don't know about your timing.

My timing is perfect.

Save the seduction act for Krup,

and help me figure out

what we're going to do
about Vander.

You want me to kill him

with another injection
of bacteria?

Don't tell me you're afraid
of getting your hands dirty.

After all, we have infected

an entire hotel full of people.

Our little triage area

is getting overcrowded, anyway.

We need the bed space.

That we do.

Ariel.

What is it?

Have you broken through?

You wish.

I'll be right there.

Do we have any Rimpantin?

We've got everything.

They emptied
half the pharmacy
at Community General.

Why?

Erythromycin isn't
going to do it alone.

We need to augment.

Well, we have to do something.

Let's try it.

What's the problem?

I got a list of
problems this thick.

You said we only had
to cut through an inch.

I passed an inch 20 minutes ago.

So, maybe I was a little off.

Yeah? Well, that little bit's
going to cost us another hour.

Let's face it...
This is a disaster.

So it's going to take
another hour.

No big deal.

No one's going anywhere.

Everything's going wrong.

First Sloan, then this.

We should just shut down
and cut our losses.

The plan didn't work.

How can you give up now
when we're just this close

to millions and millions
of dollars?

Are you sure?

I mean, it could be
three inches... maybe four.

Maybe the security system
is better than you thought.

Maybe the money
isn't even there.

Calm down.

Go upstairs and make
an appearance.

I'll take care of this.

Go.

Be strong for me.

I need you.

Don't worry.

We're going to try
another medication.

That should clear
things up nicely.

Hello?

Yeah, Dad, it's me.

Steve, any news?

The C.D.C.'s special flight
is in the air with an antigen.

Thank God.

Yeah, but it may be five hours
before it gets here.

I don't think some of these
people have five hours, Steve.

How are you, Jesse
and Amanda doing?

Well, that depends.
What have you found out?

Art Vander's a grad student
working on

new antigens for antibiotic-
resistant strains of
Legionella.

Six weeks ago,
he walks into a cafeteria,

and a beautiful woman
hits on him.

Finds him and his work
extremely interesting.

She chose him because of
his access to the bacteria,

and then she seduced him.

Yeah. Big-time.

He dumps his girlfriend,

stops seeing his friends,

starts coming in late
or not at all to classes.

By all accounts, he becomes
totally obsessed with her.

Anyone know who she is?

Well, a succubus,
according to Vander's ex.

She disappeared
as fast as she appeared.

The only thing
anybody remembers about her

is that she was
a jaw-dropping beauty.

This all sounds very calculated
and professional to me.

Yeah, I know.
Terrorists, maybe.

No, I don't think so.

Somebody would have taken
credit or made demands by now.

No, it's something else.

I just wish I knew what it was.

So do I.

Look, I'll be in touch, Dad.

Thanks, Steve.

Mr. Krup.

Hello, Doctor.
How we doing?

Just trying to hold out

until the C.D.C.
team gets here.

What's the matter there?

Eh, it's just an itch.

Just an itch?
There's no such thing.

I mean, not at ground zero
of an epidemic outbreak.

You know, I had
a rash this morning

looked just like that.

I got it from surfing.

Oh, really? I was down at
the beach myself before work.

You know, I'd like Dr. Sloan
to take a look at that.

That won't be necessary.

Look, look...

You know that I can't
accept that.

Please.

All right, thanks.

You been in the water?

I swim every morning.

Well, the good news is

it had nothing to do
with
Legionella.

Doesn't make me want to start
surfing anytime soon.

Jesse, how's your rash?

It's pretty much gone.

You know, it's funny...

yours took so long to break out,

and you were both exposed
about the same time.

You're the doctor.

Ah. Why don't we give you
some cortisone cream for it.

Great.

Mark, Jesse!

He's dead.

Uh-uh.

No, this shouldn't have
happened so quickly.

I want to know exactly
what killed him.

Hi.

Hi.

I realize this isn't
the optimum spot
for an autopsy,

but I found some
intriguing information.

Take a look at the slide.

I've never seen a concentration

of bacteria like that.

There's more Legionella
in his system

than can be accounted for
by simple cell reproduction.

How do you think it got there?

Take a look.

These are
puncture wounds,
injection sites.

Mm-hmm.

Now, this one hadn't
completed clotting,

but I believe this is where
he received his Rimpantin shot.

This is where I administered

the erythromycin earlier.

And here, this is
the oldest mark.

It seems as though he,
uh, he shot himself up

with... with Legionella

and he broke the vial
and infected the whole hotel.

He couldn't have given
himself that shot.

It's clear around
the back of his arm.

Mmm...

Art Vander was murdered.

Amanda...?

I-I just don't feel well, Mark.

Oh...

Oh, boy.

This dame was hoarding
more jewels

than Princess Margaret.

Let's just get what
we came here for...

The cash and the jewels.

Okay, boss.

Now, why would someone have this

in a safety-deposit box?

Take it.

Why?

Maybe it's kinky.
Could be fun.

I'd rather do it than watch it.

What's on this tape is
probably very embarrassing.

You never know
when we might need

to augment our cash flow.

Judging by our take today,

it's not going to be
anytime soon,

but it never hurts...

to plan ahead.

To plan ahead.

Does all of this excite you?

Yes.

Is it the danger

or the wealth

or is it me?

It's you.

There's plenty of
time for that later.

They're going to start
to miss you upstairs.

They're so busy
with the epidemic,

I doubt they
even notice I'm gone.

But if they do,
we're in trouble.

Go. I'll finish up here.

You found me because
you needed someone

with the knowledge
of infectious diseases.

Well, that's changed, hasn't it?

I need you now because...

I need you.

You know, Mark,

I hate going from
the physician ranks

to being one of the patients.

Hmm, I hate it, too.

Physicians have been
badly outnumbered

since this outbreak occurred.

What was a graduate student
doing at a $350-a-night suite

with a stolen vial
of
Legionella?

Maybe he was going
to sell it to somebody.

Maybe he was a terrorist.
I don't know.

The main priority right now
is to get this disease whipped.

It's a good thing
Dr. Downey was here.

Yeah.

Maybe too good a thing.

It bothers me

that an expert
on infectious diseases

just happened to be on hand
when this outbreak occurred.

Mark, maybe we were just lucky,

although I sure don't feel lucky

right now.

Is that cold enough?

Yes. That feels
wonderful, Jesse.

Thank you.

You know, with all
the advances in medicine,

this feels like
it's helping me more

than all the shots you gave me.

You just let me know

if there's anything
else I can get you.

Doctors, I'm not
the only patient here.

Why don't you help

some of the other people?

Okay, rest.

Go on.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

You look flushed.

I'm fine, really.

Thanks.

Can somebody please bring
me some more towels?

Yes, Doctor, right away.

Irv, you're amazing.

How's that?

Well, the amount
of energy you've got.

To tell you the truth,
I'm feeling a little sapped.

So is Jesse.

And poor Amanda.

Oh, she'll be all right.

They all will.

C.D.C. will be here
in a few hours.

I'll be mighty happy
to see them.

Get these people on their feet,

and then get
to the bottom
of this thing.

Get to the bottom of what?

The murder.

Murder?

Yes.

Well, Mark, I think
it's pretty obvious
what happened.

Alex Vander stole some bacteria,

and it cost him his life.

I'm not sure he even
intended to murder anyone.

Oh, maybe not... but somebody
intended to murder him.

He was deliberately infected.

Isn't that strange?

The man who's working
with the vaccine

brings the bacteria
and not the cure?

Hmm.

What makes you think
he was intentionally infected?

The autopsy.

Autopsy?

Yes, I had Amanda perform one.

Oh, didn't I mention

she's an L.A. County
medical examiner?

Oh.

Well, it's lucky for us

that she was here.

Yes. Just one amazing piece
of good fortune

after another, isn't it?

Are you all right?

You know better than
to sneak up on me like that.

I wasn't sneaking.

Where's Krup?

Still back at the hotel.

We have to leave.

We have to stay.

The vault is empty.

There's nothing keeping us here.

Except Mark Sloan.

What now?

We had a great plan...
A flawless plan.

Get the hotel quarantined,

slip into the bank vault,
make off with the loot.

And it's working.

The one thing
we didn't figure on

was the worst possible
luck in the world.

A doctor with a homicide
detective for a son

coming to lunch
with an L.A. County
medical examiner.

Who knew she was going
to do autopsies
in the kitchen?

Wonder what the hell she used...

A paring knife and a soup ladle?

So what?

They know Vander was murdered.

But they don't know
about the bank,

and they won't find out
about it until Monday.

Doesn't matter.

Sloan's in the hotel.

He knows who's sick.

He's been working
side by side with me.

If we're not there when
the C.D.C. comes in,

he'll alert the police,
the FBI, Interpol, you name it.

So we make a run for it.

We've got enough money
to disappear

for a very long time.

Don't you see?

They'll use words like
"biological agent."

They're not going to give a hoot

about the bank vault.

They'll say we were terrorists.

They'll say we tried to kill

an entire hotel full of people.

Our photographs will
be all over the place.

What do we do?

We go back to the hotel.

We wait for the
C.D.C. to come in,

we get our shots
like everybody else.

And then we walk out with
the rest of the guests.

We can come back, and...

still be out of the country

24 hours before they find out

about the robbery.

Ariel, we have no choice.

I wish to God we did.

All right.

Let's get back
to the hotel, then.

Ma'am, would you like
another towel?

I'll be right with you, sir.

Oh, Dr. Sloan.

That's the second one
we've lost in the last hour.

Where is that antigen?

How's Amanda?

She's not getting any better.

You're not looking
so much better, yourself.

Look, it's just a matter of
time before we all get sick

if the C.D.C. doesn't
get here soon.

Irv?

It's nothing.

I twisted it
coming down the stairs.

This young lady was
kind enough to help me.

I'm sorry, I didn't
get your name.

I'm Ariel.

I'm Dr. Downey.

This is Dr. Sloan,
Dr. Travis.

We've already met.

How do you do? Hop up
and let me have a look at it.

No, Mark, it's...
it's just a sprain.

We've got more important
matters to attend to.

Oh, I don't think I'm going
to get my shoe back on that.

You're sure not.
That ankle is really swollen.

I don't want you wearing any

hard shoes.

Jesse, why don't you
check Ariel out

for any signs of Legionella?

But I'm fine.

It's just a precaution.

We do it with everybody.

It'll take less than a minute.

I'd better get
some ice for that.

Look, uh, there's
too much to do.

I have... I can't
just lie...

You're not going to be any help

if you're in too much pain
to work.

Now, you know that.

We'll try some ice
on it for about ten minutes

and see how you feel.

Maybe I can scare up
an aircast for you.

Sloan.

Oh, great.

That's the best news we've had.
Thanks.

C.D.C. is here...

On the way from L.A.X.
in 15 minutes.

I'll get some ice for that.

Perfect.

How's it going?

We should be patching
this up on the other side.

We should be on the way
to the van right now.

No. Downey's right.

We wouldn't even
make it ten miles.

Look, we didn't plan
this thing for three months

to have a guy like Sloan
come in here and screw this up.

Forget about Sloan.

Pretty soon it'll be
just you and me.

No. And Irv Downey.

I saw your lipstick
on his collar.

I smelled your perfume
all over him.

You're... you're breaking
my heart, Ariel.

Don't be so possessive.

Finish up here and let's go.

Help.

Help.

This is
Dr. Amanda Bentley.

Amanda, these are

the doctors from
the C.D.C.

They're going
to give you a shot.

What a day.

How's Amanda?

She's responding

to the antigen.
I am, too.

You know, as quickly as this
thing incubated, it dies.

That's one thing
we can be thankful for.

I'm just glad it's over.

Over?

Jesse, it's hardly even begun.

Sounds clear.

Good. Can I
check out now?

You just checked in.

I want you here overnight.

You usually ask me that

when you want me to
run a toxic panel

on a murder victim
or a DNA match on a suspect.

Mm-hmm. Or check out a
suspicious piece of clothing.

Exactly.

Well, Jesse's taking care
of that as we speak.

You need to rest.

Steve?

Hey, don't look at me.

There's nothing I can do
to help you.

Congratulations, Doctor.

You're going to be fine.

Everyone is.

We've done all
the blood analysis,

and the infection
is in complete retreat.

There were 24 acute cases,

and they're being kept here

for overnight observation,

but everyone else
is cleared to go home.

Well, it's good
you were there, Irv.

We couldn't have
done it without you.

Let's do lunch sometime, okay?

You know where to find me.

Have you met my son, Steve?

No, not that I recall.

Did I mention he's
with the L.A.P.D.?

Really?

It's a pleasure to meet you.

So long.

Should we go down
to the path lab

and see how Jesse's doing?

Yeah.

I hate when anyone is
in my path lab

fiddling with my equipment.

We'll see that he puts
everything back nice and neat.

You know, this is the first
time I've been asked

to run a stat
analysis on a sock.

Did you find what the stain was?

Pyracantha berries.

How'd he get
pyracantha berries
on his sock?

I don't know.

Is it an old stain?

No, it was still moist
when I looked at the ankle.

Why are you scratching
your hands?

'Cause it itches.

Let me see that.

You got a rash.

It's hardly noticeable.

But it's a rash, all right.

How long ago

did you notice the itching?

I don't know.
Like, a half an hour ago.

Maybe I'm allergic
to pyracantha berries.

No, I doubt that.

It's got to be something else.

Dad, where are you
going with this?

How many pyracantha bushes

did you see around that hotel?

Is this a trick question?

You're supposed
to answer "none."

None.

That's how many I saw.

Yeah, maybe not in the hotel,

but the side street
bordering the hotel is named...

Mockingbird Lane.

That's right.
It's famous.

For its birds?

Well, also for the
pyracantha bushes

that attract the birds.

Bushes full of berries.

But if the hotel
was locked down all day,

how did Downey get
to Mockingbird Lane?

Wait a minute.

Jesse, that's the same rash

you had on your back
this morning from sewage.

I'll bet if you check that sock

you're going to find
some sewage in it.

I think Downey

went out through the sewer.

But why?

Steve, can you get me a map

of the sewer system
for this area?

Good.

She isn't here yet.

Oh, good. It'll give me
a chance to tell you

how things are going to go.

We're going to fly
down to the Caymans,

we're going to
divide up the money,

and then you're going to go away

and leave me and Ariel alone.

Why's that?

Because it's me she loves.
She told me so.

That's ridiculous.

What could you
possibly give her?

About $20 million.

That hardly gives you an edge,
my friend.

Look, she shared things with me.

Things from the heart.

Things that she'd never shared
with anyone else.

What can I say?

You've got me beat.

I'll bow out like a gentleman

right after I get my money.

All right, now, take your share
and go.

Checkout time, Mr. Krup.

Hope you enjoyed your stay.

We'll dump the body
in the canyon.

Drop your weapons and put
your hands on your head!

Don't move!

I should have killed you
and left when I had the chance.

How did you know
what was happening?

How did you know

where to find us?

Let's just say we had
a rash of clues.

Let's go.

Steve, it's been a whole week,

and I still can't believe I won

the Medical Examiner Society
Scene Investigation Award.

How about getting nominated

for another one on the same day?

Mm, kind of makes
getting infected with
Legionella worthwhile.

You wouldn't have performed
the Messy-nominated autopsy

in the kitchen otherwise.

Ugh.

Uh, it's not this kitchen.

It's another kitchen.

We got to stop
talking shop in here.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Ooh, is that the Messy?

Sorry.

Oh!

Well, it's messy now.

Oh, my award.