Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 15 - Murder on the Hour - full transcript
A serial killer murders every hour on the hour at Community General.
A great novel, a bowl
of strawberry ice cream,
the phone off the hook.
That's my idea
of a great
Saturday night.
If you're catatonic maybe.
Jesse, it's called relaxation.
You should try it sometime.
"Relaxation" isn't even
in our vocabulary.
I'm an action guy.
Oh.
Especially on Saturday night.
Oh, whoo.
That's right. Bye.
What do you got?
Gunshot wounds, multiple.
Two in the abdomen, one in
the arm, one in the chest.
T.C.S. is 223.
He flatlined in transit.
The E.M.T.'s
brought him back.
Okay. Trauma one.
It's all right, Jess.
It's not mine.
We got a call
about an officer-
involved shooting.
Yeah. Lieutenant Sloan.
I'm the officer involved.
The guy that got
shot's in there.
Came out of the gas station
with the night's cash
in one hand and a Glock
in the other.
Just when you decide
to drive in for a fill-up?
Yeah. If he manages
to pull through,
I could use you for
backup and guard duty.
No problem.
Dispatch cleared us both
for the night.
Pulse is 160 and thready.
BP is 60 palp.
I've got diminished
breath sounds on the right.
We could use
some more help in here.
Let's get
a second big bore I.V.
With Ringers lactate wide open.
Thoracentesis tray
and a 36 French tube.
Got it.
And nail down an O.R.!
I already called.
All the O.R.'s are taken.
Intubating. Call them back
and tell them we can't wait
on that O.R.
All right, I'll try.
And where the hell
is Dr. Mason?!
Haven't seen her
since my shift started.
Doyle, go find Mason now.
Sure thing, Doc.
Nurse, I could use another
pair of hands here.
Yes, Doctor.
Take over the ambu bag.
I got it.
He's crashing.
100 joules.
Charged.
Clear.
He's flatlined.
An amp of epi.
I'm starting CPR.
No coronary artery disease.
None. And the lungs
are fairly dry as well.
Could it have been
something mechanical?
Maybe the ventilator failed.
No. I spoke to
the floor nurse,
and she told me
the ventilator was
fully operational.
Mucus plugging the trachea?
Upper airway's clear.
Well, you better check
the small airway.
Something is not right here.
Mark, sometimes a patient dies
and you can't quite explain it.
Mr. Friedman here
did have cancer,
and just last month
there was an emergency
resuscitation.
He was in remission.
His prognosis was good.
This should not have happened.
Dr. Mark Sloan to E.R. stat.
Small airways.
I'll check them.
Rib spreader.
There it is.
Cardiac tamponade.
Mayo scissors.
We got rhythm, Jess.
I've got my finger on it.
It's a small hole in the atrium.
Give us a 3-0 stitch
with pledgets.
I'll control the bleeder.
You sew him up.
His pressure's back to 100.
He's stabilized.
Dr. Travis,
we have a free O.R.
It's about time.
Let's get him out of here.
Let's go.
Bring him around.
That's good work, guys.
You, too, Jess.
Thanks for the assist.
We seem to be short
one E.R. doctor.
Dr. Mason?
She disappeared again.
When you locate her,
have her come and
see me, will you?
Hey, when you were looking
for those packed cells,
did you happen
to see Dr. Mason?
No.
You page her now!
Thanks.
Hey, come on, Officer.
You've been here before.
You know there's
no smoking, okay?
Right.
That's, uh, no smoking
even when there's
no doctors around.
This thing steals more of my pay
than the I.R.S.
Excuse me,
but didn't I ask you
to look for Dr. Mason?
Hey, she's not easy to find...
Not when she doesn't want to be.
Check the doctors' lounge?
And the locker room
and the cafeteria. Hey.
The on-call room?
"On-call room"?
It's the room where doctors
usually end up sleeping
after hour 34
of a 36-hour shift.
Nurse Cole
to the outpatient department.
Nurse Cole to the
outpatient department.
Hey there.
How are you?
Married.
I notice you didn't say
"happily married."
Do yourself a big favor, Bravin,
and forget it.
Forget what?
Whatever you're thinking.
With your people skills,
how come you never
made detective, huh?
You can actually work
on patient charts
in the middle
of the E.R.?
Sometimes there's quiet
amidst the chaos.
- Coming through.
- Breathing's erratic.
Other times, it's just chaos.
What do we got?
27-year-old female,
charcoal gold with
a hint of blue.
"Charcoal gold"?
The woman was engaging
in a little James Bond fantasy
with her husband.
Respiration 40,
labored and shallow.
She's suffocating.
Get her in exam one.
Mr. Bond, you stay right there.
Go down to the maintenance
closet on this floor.
Get me some industrial solvent.
If the door's locked,
kick it down.
All right, on my count.
One, two, three.
Get a rebreather face mask
on her and start a femoral line
if you can find one
under all that paint.
Just hold on.
We'll get that paint off,
you'll be just fine.
Oh, good work.
Yeah, well, administration's
going to want to talk
to you about a door.
What can I do now?
Okay, I want you
to wipe the solvent in squares
from her armpit
down to the waist,
across the waist and
across the collarbones.
Why the pattern?
Because the movie had it wrong.
People do not
smother from being
covered with paint,
but when the paint dries,
it contracts and hardens.
And constricts the chest cavity
so they can't breathe.
Why don't people ever watch
the movie all the way through?
Wouldn't have mattered anyway.
They had the science wrong.
Yeah, but she still died.
I mean, he could have
taken the hint.
Her respirations are slowing.
She's moving more air.
Better?
Good. Good.
Okay, wipe off the
rest of the paint
and be sure
and wash off the solvent
because otherwise,
she'll look like a boiled turnip
when she gets home.
Let's have a word
with Mr. 007 out there.
Your wife's going to be fine.
Next time try, uh,
Diamonds Are Forever.
A lot safer.
Dr. Mason?
Well, if you
can sleep through that,
you can sleep through anything.
Mason?
Assuming he makes it
out of recovery,
he'll be sent
down to I.C.U.
Where he'll need a babysitter.
Want to flip a coin?
Why? I always lose.
Steve, Dr. Mason
is in the on-call room.
Somebody killed her.
Bravin, head up to recovery.
Jurkowski, you're with me.
This is Dr. Mason,
I assume.
E.R. resident.
She's been missing a while.
Not anymore.
Oh, God.
Now at least I know
why she wasn't
answering my page.
Hey.
Whoo, tough night in E.R.?
Oh... but the operation
was successful.
The patient lived.
Wish I could say the
same for Mr. Friedman.
Yes, well,
about Mr. Friedman.
Mark, how do you do it?
Tarot cards,
psychic visions, what?
The airways... you checked them.
Mm-hmm.
This is what I found.
Freshwater?
That's impossible.
I agree. There's no way
that freshwater
could have been introduced
through the small airways.
Unless it was intentional.
Excuse me.
County dispatch,
Medical Examiner Bentley.
Is this a joke?
No, I don't suppose it would be.
Do you have a name
on the victim?
Good. I'm on my way.
On your way to a crime scene?
Yes. Right here
at Community General.
All right, let's
step back, please. Come on.
There's nothing to see in there.
Come on. Let's go,
please? Thank you.
No, I'm sure.
The last time I saw
Dr. Mason was before my shift.
And that would be when?
A little before 7:00.
Do you have any idea
why someone would
want to kill her?
She stole everybody's lunches,
hogged the TV
in the doctors' lounge?
I really don't know
very much about her.
Outside of E.R., she kept
pretty much to herself.
That's true.
Dr. Mason was not known
for being outgoing and friendly.
Well, friendly or not, she's
been dead for about an hour.
The body's still warm.
Not much rigor mortis.
No broken fingernails, either.
Not much of a chance
to defend herself.
Maybe she was attacked
from behind.
And the ligature marks
are indicative of that.
Is there anything there
that might indicate
who killed her?
Your guess is as good
as anybody's, Steve.
So, are you done with me yet?
For now, but, uh,
don't leave the hospital
without okaying it with me.
Well, I have about 11 hours left
on my shift, Lieutenant.
I'm not really planning
on going anywhere.
So, what do we got?
One strangled doctor
and zero suspects?
Or a hospital full of suspects?
For more than one
murder, I'm afraid.
There was another
suspicious death...
A Mr. Friedman
in the cancer unit.
How suspicious?
Enough to warrant
an investigation.
Sloan.
Hank?
Hank, calm down.
Are you sure?
Where?
Another body in ward three.
Hank...?
Ha... Slow down, Hank.
Can you tell me who it is?
All right, we'll be there
in just a minute.
Stay calm.
Dr. Sloan, hello?
Hank.
Oh, thank God
you're here, Dr. Sloan.
I opened the door,
and bang, there he was.
And right off
I knew he was dead.
I had nothing to do with it,
Dr. Sloan, I swear.
I did not touch that man.
Take it easy, Hank.
Nobody's accusing
you of anything.
You saw a dead body where?
Yeah, uh, in the stairwell
right there.
See, I've been around
this hospital long enough
to know a dead person
when I see one.
Tell you what, Hank.
Why don't you and I
take a seat over here, okay?
Yeah, okay.
"N. Garroway. Diabetic."
What was N. Garroway doing
wandering around the halls
and falling down a stairwell?
I don't think he
fell down anything.
Take a look at him.
I don't see any cuts,
scrapes or bruises.
No obvious broken bones.
I think he was dragged
into this stairwell.
More like hidden.
And not too long ago, either.
Still drenched with sweat.
Sure sign of hypoglycemic
insulin shock.
But caused by what?
An I.V. of pure
saline solution?
I'm not so sure it was pure.
I have a feeling it was spiked.
Probably with insulin.
Well, that would cause him
to go into shock.
I'll have it analyzed
right away.
You're saying two
people were killed
in this hospital in one night?
Three if I'm right
about Friedman.
And apparently all
about the same time.
Well, not exactly.
What time did Friedman die?
Working backwards
from when the nurses
told me they
discovered the body,
I'd have to put the time
of death at about 6:00 even.
Dr. Mason died just
over an hour ago.
At 7:00.
How long has this man been dead?
Ten, 15 minutes, you think?
Mm-hmm. About 8:00 p.m.
The same person is
killing all these people.
A serial killer.
Killing every hour on the hour.
If that's true,
we've got less than 45 minutes
before he kills again.
First a doctor, then a patient.
What kind of hospital is this?
It's not the hospital
that's killing them.
Secure the area and let's clear
these people out of here.
I snagged a couple of guys
to help out downstairs,
but with two crime scenes,
we're getting stretched
pretty thin.
I already called it in.
Backup's on the way.
Along with a second
forensics team, I hope.
All right, all right.
Come on, come on,
come on. Let's go.
What? What?
Nothing here for you
to see, all right?
You feeling better?
I won't feel better
till I get the hell out of here.
Well, as soon as the rest
of the detectives get here,
we'll take your statement
and you can go home, okay?
Okay.
His statement isn't the only one
I'm going to need.
I'll set it up
so you can interview
all the patients on this floor.
Along with all the doctors,
nurses, orderlies...
Anybody who might have
seen anything.
What about the visitors...
Is there any way to track them?
I didn't think so.
Visiting hours are
from 2:00 till 10:00.
Which means the killer
could have come
in and out at any time tonight.
And to randomly kill
a cancer patient,
an E.R. doctor
and a diabetic.
I got a feeling it's not random.
There's got to be something
they all have in common.
Well, I've checked
the patient files
on Friedman and Garroway.
Nothing ties them together...
Job, family, nothing.
Maybe they thought he was
doing them a favor...
Like a mercy killing.
Is that possible?
Well, not unless the killer
had a very peculiar
view of mercy
because Friedman
was in remission
and Garroway was well
on his way to recovery.
Hey, I remember him now.
N. Garroway.
"N" for Nathan.
Dr. Mason and I caught him
in E.R.
He was in pretty bad shape.
Severe head injuries,
ruptured spleen, bruised heart.
He coded.
We shocked him back.
So Dr. Mason had
a connection to Garroway?
Yeah, but so did
a dozen other people in E.R.
Doyle was one of them.
Mr. Attitude? What about him?
Well, Doyle was a floater.
He drew ward duty in
between I.C.U. And E.R.
You know, all the patients
were cross-referenced
with the names of the employees
on duty at the time.
Look at that.
Wow. Doyle was on call
in the cancer unit
when Friedman died.
And he was in ward three
about the time Garroway died.
You know,
it's pretty thin, guys.
I can hear Doyle's P.D.
right now.
"It's all sheer coincidence."
Ha. Is it
a coincidence
that Dr. Mason
reported him
to the disciplinary
committee last week?
For what, exactly?
Stealing a patient's watch.
He claims he just found it
and that he was going
to return it, but...
Mason didn't believe him,
and I don't imagine
he was very happy about
that.
I'd like to find out
exactly how unhappy he was.
That's a good idea...
And while you're doing that,
I'll try to track down Amanda.
I've asked her to review all the
deceased patient files
for the last week.
You think there could
be more killings
that we don't know about?
Jesse, at this point,
I don't know what to think.
Except we're running
out of time.
Okay, these are
the deceased patient files
for the last couple of days...
well, most of them, anyway.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I need
all of the files, and now.
Where's the rest of them?
They're on their way.
Well, have them sent
to the path lab.
Lookit, this stuff
is going to be
in the computer
in a day or two, anyway.
What's the rush, you know?
They're dead, right?
Nurse Piva, just
get me the files.
I don't have time for a debate.
No kiddin'... not the way
people are dropping around here.
People dropping?
Someone else besides
Dr. Mason has been killed?
Yeah, they just found a guy
up in ward three.
Just get those files
to my path lab, and stat.
Dr. Bentley,
if something
is going on...
We'll talk about it later.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Looks like you got
quite a busy night
lined up for yourself.
Not the evening I had planned.
Then, um, how about
planning another night with me
next Saturday?
Uh, Officer Bravin,
how do you figure I'd segue
from a simple "thank you"
to a "Sure, I'd love
to go out with you"?
Well, we got off
to such a good start,
I figure... why not build on it?
I'm thinking...
you, me, dinner, Del Floria's.
Funny... I was thinking
me alone in my pathology lab.
All right. Well, that's
all right for tonight,
but I-I didn't hear a
definite no on Saturday.
You're hearing it now.
Definitely no.
Bye-bye.
Dr. Travis, I just heard
that someone else was killed
up on ward three.
Oh... the hospital grapevine
moves faster than e-mail.
You have something
you want to tell us,
Nurse Piva?
Yeah. I'm scared.
And I want to know what
you're doing to stop it.
Listen, a raised voice
and a sense of panic
doesn't help the
situation any, okay?
I'm sorry, Doctor, I, uh...
I don't know what to do.
Okay, if you want
to do something,
you can tell us where
Doyle is right now.
Doyle?
I.C.U.
You impressed?
Not in the least.
Hey, why don't you kick it
while you're at it?
Everybody else does.
I-I went swimming this morning,
and... it reminded me
of our first family reunion.
It was the summer
that we went
to Bear Lake, wasn't it?
And you wanted to
teach me how to swim.
But Mom didn't think
you could do it.
Remember?
Guess we showed her.
Doyle, we need to talk.
About what?
I'm pretty busy here.
Let's take it out
in the corridor, okay?
So, why don't you want
to talk to me, Doyle?
You got something to hide?
Oh, don't tell me...
You found this
and you were on your way
to return it.
What happened?
That bitch Mason fingered
me before she got offed?
Oh, you had a problem
with Dr. Mason?
Yeah. Who didn't?
Ask Dr. Travis. He was ready
to lay into her tonight.
He's right. Her behavior
has been erratic lately.
Erratic? Man, ever since she
came back, she's been bizarre.
Uh-huh, and where did she go
that made her, uh, "bizarre"?
She almost drowned
about six months ago.
Yeah, and they brought her back
from the dead.
She wasn't a zombie, Doyle.
They resuscitated her.
Call it whatever you want.
All I know is when Mason
came back, she was...
a she-devil,
always on everybody's case
about this, about that...
and then flaking off
her own self.
Well, she's not
coming back this time.
She's permanently dead.
Hey...
I know where this is going.
I didn't kill her.
If you want to prove that,
Doyle, all you need is an alibi.
I didn't kill her.
Sorry.
A couple of stitches,
you'll be fine.
No, I won't be fine
until I'm out of this madhouse.
Ow.
Okay...
I like the way you handled
yourself, Officer Bravin.
I did what I was
supposed to do...
I stayed at my post.
Nice post,
but she doesn't look
like your type.
She's not married,
she's not a nurse...
I see you've taken
a real interest in me.
I'm flattered.
You got a key?
Just knock three times.
Hi.
Mind if we come in?
Aren't you guys on duty?
We are, doing
inventory and stuff.
Well, maybe you can
take a minute
and help me establish
the whereabouts of Mr. Doyle
earlier this evening,
around 7:00?
Uh, let me see...
me and Wilkins
were in maternity,
and, Nash, you were
in ward four, right?
Come on, you guys.
You took me for 72 bucks.
At least you can
back me up here.
Hey, full house!
When did Community General
start stocking these?
Uh, this isn't getting back
to our supervisor, is it?
Probably.
You got that guy
pretty quick, Lieutenant.
I'm impressed.
Unfortunately, I didn't
get what I was after.
I did get this, though.
You recognize it?
Hmm? Doesn't look
like that guy's
style, does it?
That's... that's
my grandfather's.
Are you sure?
Y-Yeah. My brother
and I, we...
we gave it to him
for his birthday.
It was... in here,
but I...
Well, normally, I'd have
to keep this for evidence,
but, uh, since Doyle
has already confessed...
Thank you.
My-my grandfather would be
lost without this.
So would I.
Thank you.
Uh, well, he would thank you,
too, if he could.
Yeah.
Well, I hope, uh,
all the commotion
didn't disturb him.
Oh, no.
He's-he's...
he's been through
the Great Depression
and World War II
and three strokes.
I'm sure a little commotion
didn't bother him much.
Well, you know,
at least not now.
Well, I better go.
If there's anything
else I can do...
I'll make sure the little lady's
well taken care of.
Thanks again.
I like your style, Lieutenant.
Where'd you pick it up...
bad reruns of
The Love Boat?
It's not about style, Bravin.
It's about doing the job.
And take my word for it,
you're not her type.
Well, you may be right,
but, uh, it's always
worth a shot.
I thought you were
supposed to be on ward three
securing a crime scene,
Jurkowski.
Eh, I kind of got lost
looking for a bathroom.
Then you missed the one
at the end of the hall on three.
Well, like I said, I got lost.
I don't know my way
around this place.
What can I say?
You might try the truth.
You and me, Lieutenant,
aren't we on the same team?
Why am I getting
interrogated here?
It's not an interrogation,
Jurkowski.
It's an ass-chewing.
I do my job.
Yeah, but not tonight,
you're not.
I've got three murders
and nothing else but questions.
I need people I can depend on.
I went out into the
parking lot for a smoke.
I'm sorry.
Well, "sorry"
doesn't get it done.
I want you on three,
doing your job.
You need a map?
Yeah, just don't turn me
into Boris Karloff, all right?
Ow!
Well, that broken nose
should heal just fine,
but you'll have
a couple of black eyes
for a few days.
Thanks, Doc.
Five milligrams of Vicodin
for the officer.
Okay.
Any serious damage?
Eh, they'll survive.
How'd it go with Doyle?
I knew it couldn't be that easy.
Are you sure about Courtenay?
Yeah. He died at 3:00,
almost to the minute,
in the cardiac unit
of heart failure.
And then at 4:00,
we lost Mr. Ortiz
due to a severe drug reaction.
And at 5:00, Miss Randolph
in the cancer unit
and another cardiac arrest.
That's a death every hour
on the hour.
Six hours running.
What are the odds
it's not murder?
And why?
Why did the killer
pick those people?
Why did he pick those people
out of the hundreds
in this hospital?
And why the clockwork approach?
Why is he killing them
every hour on the hour?
I just took Doyle into custody.
For killing Dr. Mason?
No... theft.
He's been stealing
from patients.
But he's got a solid alibi
for the time Mason was killed.
Well, that's too bad.
I was hoping he was our guy.
Yeah, we could have
wrapped this up.
I'm afraid he may just
complicate things.
According to Doyle, there
are a lot of people
out there who had a reason
to want Dr. Mason dead.
Why? I mean, I know
she was difficult, but...
Apparently, she had
some kind of
near-death experience,
and not a good one...
It, uh, radically
changed her personality.
That's it.
That's the link right there.
It's been right in front of us.
Here we are.
Okay...
"Friedman.
Cardiac arrest last month.
No life signs for three minutes
before he was resuscitated."
"Garroway. Resuscitated in E.R.
four weeks ago."
And "Courtenay.
Triple bypass surgery.
Died on the table
and was revived."
You see the pattern?
All these people,
they cheated death.
So the killer's simply
completing a process
the hospital has interrupted.
The process of dying... exactly.
Are you sure all these people
had near-death experiences?
Yes. Whoever this killer is,
he's on a mission.
Which explains the hourly thing.
It's part of his ritual.
Probably sees himself
as the, uh, angel of death...
You know, killing people
this way is his destiny.
Catching those who have cheated
their preordained fate.
Okay... that brings us
back to the big question...
Who is he?
Might be anyone.
Psychotic, psychopathic...
Whatever he is, Captain,
he's killing someone
every hour on the hour.
Yes, sir,
we have made a connection...
All the victims have had
near-death experiences.
I'm sorry, Captain,
I'm losing my battery.
Captain, we need all the units
you can spare, right away.
Can you hear me, Captain Newman?
Damn it.
Shut down the I.C.U.
Nobody gets in or out
without my okay.
Right.
How many O.R.'s
are in use right now?
How many of those are critical,
do you think?
How many operations
do you have scheduled?
No, no, not just the
doctors... everyone.
I need a complete list
of all the employees
who clocked in at 3:00.
Yes, including you, and
if I don't get that list
in two minutes, you
won't be on it tomorrow.
Any help on the way?
Yeah, but it's going
to take a while.
We don't have a while.
Half an hour, maybe.
I know, Dad, but...
Hey, look, we can't stand around
doing nothing.
The stalker's probably looking
for his next victim right now.
So we get the hell out.
We evacuate the hospital now.
We don't know if that's
going to stop the killer.
He might murder somebody
in the parking lot
or on an ambulance.
So we take that risk.
I mean, we're no closer
to finding the killer
or his next victim
than we were half an hour ago.
That's not true, Jesse.
Whoever killed Dr. Mason
must have known her.
Now, I'm getting a complete list
of all the employees
who clocked in at 3:00.
If the killer is an employee,
then how do we know
that the murders began
when his shift started
and not one, two
or three hours into it?
Well, we don't.
I've locked down
the I.C.U.
At least the patients
most at risk will be safe.
Just because someone's
in critical condition
doesn't mean that they've
cheated death before.
How do we know that
those patients
are any worse off than
any other patient?
We don't.
Well, then we are nowhere
and someone else
is going to die.
We don't know anything.
But we've got to make
some choices, right or wrong,
and hope one of them works.
All right, we evacuate
the hospital.
No. Pandemonium works
in favor of the killer.
We've got to somehow take
charge of this situation.
But how?
What way, Mark?
Jesse, I want you to isolate
all of the hospital guests
and clerical personnel
down in the cafeteria.
Okay.
Uh, contact operations,
have them close down all of
the elevators except this one.
I'll try to cancel
all the non-critical operations,
and any O.R.'s that are active,
I'll just lock them down
with the doctors
and the patients inside.
Steve, can you get an officer
posted to guard the stairwells?
We haven't got enough manpower.
Well, do what you can.
I hope it's enough.
That's the E.R.
Must be a major accident.
Mark, you'd better
go to the O.R.
All those patients
are vulnerable.
I'll cover you in emergency.
I'll get there when I can.
Apartment house fire.
Four ambulances coming in.
At least three serious injuries.
All right, alert the O.R.
and blood bank
and set up traumas one and two.
Jess, we've only got 20 minutes.
We'll do the best we can.
- Code one, code one.
- I got three right behind me.
What have you got?
Okay, 30-year-old male...
First- and second-degree burns,
torso and both extremities.
Looks like flash point injuries.
All right, I.V. saline.
Get him to trauma one
and notify the burn center.
Chart. 70-year-old female...
Fall injury.
Suspected fractured ankles,
assorted cuts and bruises.
All right, admit her and
transport her to X-ray.
I'm going to want to get
A.P. and lateral films
on both those ankles.
Got another one here for triage.
30-year-old female...
Smoke inhalation.
Let's keep her on oxygen,
five liters per minute.
I'm going to need C.X.R.,
and call respiratory.
How many more?
This should be it.
What have you got?
Crushing chest injury,
smoke inhalation,
third-degree burns
over 80% of his body.
Let's get him to
trauma two stat.
Saline compresses.
Let's call a thoracic surgeon
and contact
Dr. Ethan in plastics.
Let's go.
Relax. It's
under control.
Well, no, it isn't.
How are we going
to run this hospital
and stop the next murder
at the same time?
We can't. I mean, you're
trying to control
an uncontrollable situation.
We can't just shut down
the hospital, you know.
We can't do it.
Jesse, we have to try.
Dad, it'd take an army of cops
to do that,
and we just don't have one yet.
The police. You know,
you're here more than anyone.
Well, I swear I didn't do it.
No, I mean there's
a constant stream
of police officers
in and out of here all the time.
Did any of the police officers
have any contact
with those victims?
Officer Bravin... he was
here the night Garroway
had his accident.
It was a major accident.
Of course, a cop
would've come with him.
But he's always in the
hospital... always hitting
on the nurses and
the female doctors.
Did Bravin ever
hit on Dr. Mason?
Well, yeah. I even think they
went out a couple of times.
Then he could have had access
to the patient files
through her.
And right now, he's got
complete access to I.C.U.
All right, call security.
Just in case Bravin
isn't our man,
I want to isolate the guests
and the clerical personnel.
And shut down all non-critical
operations. I'm on it.
And you came in, and...
and there was
that poor little kitten,
and it had this...
this clothespin on its tail.
It was just... yowling...
Easy, Dad. If you're
right about this guy,
I don't want to tip him off.
And I said,
"I don't know."
What was I, like, four or...
five?
Drop it, Bravin. It's over.
Back off.
Let me die.
Nurse, over here.
Get me some bandages.
I... I can't believe
you shot him.
I... I was just
talking to him.
And get me Dr. Travis.
Right away, Doctor.
Don't save me.
That's when it starts.
What starts? What do you mean?
When people come back,
the ones around them
have to pay.
We need a gurney, stat.
We don't have one available.
Look, we got a
gunshot wound victim
down the hall. We need it now!
Okay.
And get some Betadine
and a central-line
I.V. set.
Okay.
And set up some O-negative.
You heard him.
I need a gurney.
Okay.
Wound in the groin
and a massive hemorrhage...
Femoral artery.
I got pressure on it.
We need to
set up an I.V.
He's lost a lot of blood.
No time, Jesse.
We need to get him to E.R.
Look, we've got a gurney
on the way.
My dad...
he was never the same.
After what?
After they brought him back?
He killed my mom...
tried to kill me...
hurt my sister...
hurt everybody around us.
Is that what you were doing?
Protecting the innocent?
Nobody should die
more than once.
It is not right.
Five murders in as many hours.
How did you do it, Bravin?
How did you pull it off?
All right, on my count:
one, two, three.
You got shot, Sloan.
You died,
and they brought you back.
Okay, let's roll it.
You're still going
to have to pay.
Everybody does.
Trauma one, stat.
What's the prognosis?
Ten... 12 minutes.
Barely take him
to 9:00.
Perfect timing.
I don't like that look.
You get that look,
we've got trouble.
What time did you
get to the E.R.?
Uh, with the perp,
just after 8:00.
And what time
did Bravin come in?
Right after me.
Then he could have
killed Friedman at 6:00
and Dr. Mason at 7:00.
But he wasn't even
in the hospital
when Garroway died.
Uh-uh. Bravin
had a partner.
He wasn't working alone.
He might commit another murder
in the next ten minutes.
And we have no idea
where to start looking.
I'll check the crime scene.
Maybe forensics has
come up with something
that will give us a lead.
I'll keep an eye
on Officer Bravin
in case he should pull through.
He'll never talk.
You don't know how much
I wish you were wrong.
We got a 30-year-old white male
with two gunshot wounds
in the abdomen.
Let's start
some big bore I.V.'s.
Pressure's 80 palp.
I'm going to need five units
of packed cells.
Hmm. Abdomen's distended.
Significant bleeding there.
At least his chest is clear.
Main problem is in his groin.
What about exit wounds?
No. I don't see any.
He's arrested.
He's stopped breathing.
All right, let's intubate.
Let's get that defib over here.
Okay.
We have course fib.
Clear.
Glad you guys finally got here.
Oh, it's been
that kind of night.
You got a team in the
on-call room downstairs?
And another one
should be arriving
at the cancer unit anytime now.
You must feel pretty
special, Lieutenant Sloan.
Not every day you get
a chance to shoot another cop.
I had no choice.
Yeah, like Bravin had no choice
when he saved my butt
a dozen times?
Now's not the time to talk
about it, Jurkowski.
We've still got a
killer on the loose
in the hospital.
After it's over...
You'll stay away from me
if you have any sense.
No pulse, no rhythm at all.
Should we crack his chest?
It's too late, Jess.
Even when we had rhythm,
the E.K.G. displayed
S.T. changes
that indicated
a massive M.I.
Probably precipitated
by hemorrhagic shock.
Yeah. A thoracotomy
would be futile.
Let's call it.
8:52.
I'll get a postmortem kit.
Thanks, Doctor.
You know, you're not
needed here anymore.
Why don't you go get some rest?
Shame the on-call room's
out of action, huh?
Mmm.
What's your E.T.A.?
Great.
That third team is coming in...
Maybe five minutes away.
Great. They'll be here
just in time for
our next murder.
I'll meet them
in the cancer unit.
Hold the elevator, please.
Thank you.
Well, there goes our only chance
of finding the second killer.
Who must know that
Bravin's been shot.
Yeah. By Steve.
What?
You remember what
Bravin said just
before he passed out?
Yeah, something about
Steve being brought back.
He knew about Steve being shot.
Which gives the second killer
two very good reasons
to go after Steve.
We'd better find him.
After you.
Sloan was headed down
to the cancer unit
the last time I saw him.
Mark!
I heard you caught the killer.
You're only half right, Amanda.
There were two of them.
And Steve could be
the next target.
Oh, that's right.
Steve's phone's dead.
Page him.
I'll go on down
to the cancer unit.
Detective Steve Sloan,
please call Dr. Travis
at the nurses' station
in ward three right away.
Remember that
policeman you killed?
Officer Bravin?
That was my brother.
Steve!
You all right?
You okay?
Yeah.
It's almost 9:00.
of strawberry ice cream,
the phone off the hook.
That's my idea
of a great
Saturday night.
If you're catatonic maybe.
Jesse, it's called relaxation.
You should try it sometime.
"Relaxation" isn't even
in our vocabulary.
I'm an action guy.
Oh.
Especially on Saturday night.
Oh, whoo.
That's right. Bye.
What do you got?
Gunshot wounds, multiple.
Two in the abdomen, one in
the arm, one in the chest.
T.C.S. is 223.
He flatlined in transit.
The E.M.T.'s
brought him back.
Okay. Trauma one.
It's all right, Jess.
It's not mine.
We got a call
about an officer-
involved shooting.
Yeah. Lieutenant Sloan.
I'm the officer involved.
The guy that got
shot's in there.
Came out of the gas station
with the night's cash
in one hand and a Glock
in the other.
Just when you decide
to drive in for a fill-up?
Yeah. If he manages
to pull through,
I could use you for
backup and guard duty.
No problem.
Dispatch cleared us both
for the night.
Pulse is 160 and thready.
BP is 60 palp.
I've got diminished
breath sounds on the right.
We could use
some more help in here.
Let's get
a second big bore I.V.
With Ringers lactate wide open.
Thoracentesis tray
and a 36 French tube.
Got it.
And nail down an O.R.!
I already called.
All the O.R.'s are taken.
Intubating. Call them back
and tell them we can't wait
on that O.R.
All right, I'll try.
And where the hell
is Dr. Mason?!
Haven't seen her
since my shift started.
Doyle, go find Mason now.
Sure thing, Doc.
Nurse, I could use another
pair of hands here.
Yes, Doctor.
Take over the ambu bag.
I got it.
He's crashing.
100 joules.
Charged.
Clear.
He's flatlined.
An amp of epi.
I'm starting CPR.
No coronary artery disease.
None. And the lungs
are fairly dry as well.
Could it have been
something mechanical?
Maybe the ventilator failed.
No. I spoke to
the floor nurse,
and she told me
the ventilator was
fully operational.
Mucus plugging the trachea?
Upper airway's clear.
Well, you better check
the small airway.
Something is not right here.
Mark, sometimes a patient dies
and you can't quite explain it.
Mr. Friedman here
did have cancer,
and just last month
there was an emergency
resuscitation.
He was in remission.
His prognosis was good.
This should not have happened.
Dr. Mark Sloan to E.R. stat.
Small airways.
I'll check them.
Rib spreader.
There it is.
Cardiac tamponade.
Mayo scissors.
We got rhythm, Jess.
I've got my finger on it.
It's a small hole in the atrium.
Give us a 3-0 stitch
with pledgets.
I'll control the bleeder.
You sew him up.
His pressure's back to 100.
He's stabilized.
Dr. Travis,
we have a free O.R.
It's about time.
Let's get him out of here.
Let's go.
Bring him around.
That's good work, guys.
You, too, Jess.
Thanks for the assist.
We seem to be short
one E.R. doctor.
Dr. Mason?
She disappeared again.
When you locate her,
have her come and
see me, will you?
Hey, when you were looking
for those packed cells,
did you happen
to see Dr. Mason?
No.
You page her now!
Thanks.
Hey, come on, Officer.
You've been here before.
You know there's
no smoking, okay?
Right.
That's, uh, no smoking
even when there's
no doctors around.
This thing steals more of my pay
than the I.R.S.
Excuse me,
but didn't I ask you
to look for Dr. Mason?
Hey, she's not easy to find...
Not when she doesn't want to be.
Check the doctors' lounge?
And the locker room
and the cafeteria. Hey.
The on-call room?
"On-call room"?
It's the room where doctors
usually end up sleeping
after hour 34
of a 36-hour shift.
Nurse Cole
to the outpatient department.
Nurse Cole to the
outpatient department.
Hey there.
How are you?
Married.
I notice you didn't say
"happily married."
Do yourself a big favor, Bravin,
and forget it.
Forget what?
Whatever you're thinking.
With your people skills,
how come you never
made detective, huh?
You can actually work
on patient charts
in the middle
of the E.R.?
Sometimes there's quiet
amidst the chaos.
- Coming through.
- Breathing's erratic.
Other times, it's just chaos.
What do we got?
27-year-old female,
charcoal gold with
a hint of blue.
"Charcoal gold"?
The woman was engaging
in a little James Bond fantasy
with her husband.
Respiration 40,
labored and shallow.
She's suffocating.
Get her in exam one.
Mr. Bond, you stay right there.
Go down to the maintenance
closet on this floor.
Get me some industrial solvent.
If the door's locked,
kick it down.
All right, on my count.
One, two, three.
Get a rebreather face mask
on her and start a femoral line
if you can find one
under all that paint.
Just hold on.
We'll get that paint off,
you'll be just fine.
Oh, good work.
Yeah, well, administration's
going to want to talk
to you about a door.
What can I do now?
Okay, I want you
to wipe the solvent in squares
from her armpit
down to the waist,
across the waist and
across the collarbones.
Why the pattern?
Because the movie had it wrong.
People do not
smother from being
covered with paint,
but when the paint dries,
it contracts and hardens.
And constricts the chest cavity
so they can't breathe.
Why don't people ever watch
the movie all the way through?
Wouldn't have mattered anyway.
They had the science wrong.
Yeah, but she still died.
I mean, he could have
taken the hint.
Her respirations are slowing.
She's moving more air.
Better?
Good. Good.
Okay, wipe off the
rest of the paint
and be sure
and wash off the solvent
because otherwise,
she'll look like a boiled turnip
when she gets home.
Let's have a word
with Mr. 007 out there.
Your wife's going to be fine.
Next time try, uh,
Diamonds Are Forever.
A lot safer.
Dr. Mason?
Well, if you
can sleep through that,
you can sleep through anything.
Mason?
Assuming he makes it
out of recovery,
he'll be sent
down to I.C.U.
Where he'll need a babysitter.
Want to flip a coin?
Why? I always lose.
Steve, Dr. Mason
is in the on-call room.
Somebody killed her.
Bravin, head up to recovery.
Jurkowski, you're with me.
This is Dr. Mason,
I assume.
E.R. resident.
She's been missing a while.
Not anymore.
Oh, God.
Now at least I know
why she wasn't
answering my page.
Hey.
Whoo, tough night in E.R.?
Oh... but the operation
was successful.
The patient lived.
Wish I could say the
same for Mr. Friedman.
Yes, well,
about Mr. Friedman.
Mark, how do you do it?
Tarot cards,
psychic visions, what?
The airways... you checked them.
Mm-hmm.
This is what I found.
Freshwater?
That's impossible.
I agree. There's no way
that freshwater
could have been introduced
through the small airways.
Unless it was intentional.
Excuse me.
County dispatch,
Medical Examiner Bentley.
Is this a joke?
No, I don't suppose it would be.
Do you have a name
on the victim?
Good. I'm on my way.
On your way to a crime scene?
Yes. Right here
at Community General.
All right, let's
step back, please. Come on.
There's nothing to see in there.
Come on. Let's go,
please? Thank you.
No, I'm sure.
The last time I saw
Dr. Mason was before my shift.
And that would be when?
A little before 7:00.
Do you have any idea
why someone would
want to kill her?
She stole everybody's lunches,
hogged the TV
in the doctors' lounge?
I really don't know
very much about her.
Outside of E.R., she kept
pretty much to herself.
That's true.
Dr. Mason was not known
for being outgoing and friendly.
Well, friendly or not, she's
been dead for about an hour.
The body's still warm.
Not much rigor mortis.
No broken fingernails, either.
Not much of a chance
to defend herself.
Maybe she was attacked
from behind.
And the ligature marks
are indicative of that.
Is there anything there
that might indicate
who killed her?
Your guess is as good
as anybody's, Steve.
So, are you done with me yet?
For now, but, uh,
don't leave the hospital
without okaying it with me.
Well, I have about 11 hours left
on my shift, Lieutenant.
I'm not really planning
on going anywhere.
So, what do we got?
One strangled doctor
and zero suspects?
Or a hospital full of suspects?
For more than one
murder, I'm afraid.
There was another
suspicious death...
A Mr. Friedman
in the cancer unit.
How suspicious?
Enough to warrant
an investigation.
Sloan.
Hank?
Hank, calm down.
Are you sure?
Where?
Another body in ward three.
Hank...?
Ha... Slow down, Hank.
Can you tell me who it is?
All right, we'll be there
in just a minute.
Stay calm.
Dr. Sloan, hello?
Hank.
Oh, thank God
you're here, Dr. Sloan.
I opened the door,
and bang, there he was.
And right off
I knew he was dead.
I had nothing to do with it,
Dr. Sloan, I swear.
I did not touch that man.
Take it easy, Hank.
Nobody's accusing
you of anything.
You saw a dead body where?
Yeah, uh, in the stairwell
right there.
See, I've been around
this hospital long enough
to know a dead person
when I see one.
Tell you what, Hank.
Why don't you and I
take a seat over here, okay?
Yeah, okay.
"N. Garroway. Diabetic."
What was N. Garroway doing
wandering around the halls
and falling down a stairwell?
I don't think he
fell down anything.
Take a look at him.
I don't see any cuts,
scrapes or bruises.
No obvious broken bones.
I think he was dragged
into this stairwell.
More like hidden.
And not too long ago, either.
Still drenched with sweat.
Sure sign of hypoglycemic
insulin shock.
But caused by what?
An I.V. of pure
saline solution?
I'm not so sure it was pure.
I have a feeling it was spiked.
Probably with insulin.
Well, that would cause him
to go into shock.
I'll have it analyzed
right away.
You're saying two
people were killed
in this hospital in one night?
Three if I'm right
about Friedman.
And apparently all
about the same time.
Well, not exactly.
What time did Friedman die?
Working backwards
from when the nurses
told me they
discovered the body,
I'd have to put the time
of death at about 6:00 even.
Dr. Mason died just
over an hour ago.
At 7:00.
How long has this man been dead?
Ten, 15 minutes, you think?
Mm-hmm. About 8:00 p.m.
The same person is
killing all these people.
A serial killer.
Killing every hour on the hour.
If that's true,
we've got less than 45 minutes
before he kills again.
First a doctor, then a patient.
What kind of hospital is this?
It's not the hospital
that's killing them.
Secure the area and let's clear
these people out of here.
I snagged a couple of guys
to help out downstairs,
but with two crime scenes,
we're getting stretched
pretty thin.
I already called it in.
Backup's on the way.
Along with a second
forensics team, I hope.
All right, all right.
Come on, come on,
come on. Let's go.
What? What?
Nothing here for you
to see, all right?
You feeling better?
I won't feel better
till I get the hell out of here.
Well, as soon as the rest
of the detectives get here,
we'll take your statement
and you can go home, okay?
Okay.
His statement isn't the only one
I'm going to need.
I'll set it up
so you can interview
all the patients on this floor.
Along with all the doctors,
nurses, orderlies...
Anybody who might have
seen anything.
What about the visitors...
Is there any way to track them?
I didn't think so.
Visiting hours are
from 2:00 till 10:00.
Which means the killer
could have come
in and out at any time tonight.
And to randomly kill
a cancer patient,
an E.R. doctor
and a diabetic.
I got a feeling it's not random.
There's got to be something
they all have in common.
Well, I've checked
the patient files
on Friedman and Garroway.
Nothing ties them together...
Job, family, nothing.
Maybe they thought he was
doing them a favor...
Like a mercy killing.
Is that possible?
Well, not unless the killer
had a very peculiar
view of mercy
because Friedman
was in remission
and Garroway was well
on his way to recovery.
Hey, I remember him now.
N. Garroway.
"N" for Nathan.
Dr. Mason and I caught him
in E.R.
He was in pretty bad shape.
Severe head injuries,
ruptured spleen, bruised heart.
He coded.
We shocked him back.
So Dr. Mason had
a connection to Garroway?
Yeah, but so did
a dozen other people in E.R.
Doyle was one of them.
Mr. Attitude? What about him?
Well, Doyle was a floater.
He drew ward duty in
between I.C.U. And E.R.
You know, all the patients
were cross-referenced
with the names of the employees
on duty at the time.
Look at that.
Wow. Doyle was on call
in the cancer unit
when Friedman died.
And he was in ward three
about the time Garroway died.
You know,
it's pretty thin, guys.
I can hear Doyle's P.D.
right now.
"It's all sheer coincidence."
Ha. Is it
a coincidence
that Dr. Mason
reported him
to the disciplinary
committee last week?
For what, exactly?
Stealing a patient's watch.
He claims he just found it
and that he was going
to return it, but...
Mason didn't believe him,
and I don't imagine
he was very happy about
that.
I'd like to find out
exactly how unhappy he was.
That's a good idea...
And while you're doing that,
I'll try to track down Amanda.
I've asked her to review all the
deceased patient files
for the last week.
You think there could
be more killings
that we don't know about?
Jesse, at this point,
I don't know what to think.
Except we're running
out of time.
Okay, these are
the deceased patient files
for the last couple of days...
well, most of them, anyway.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I need
all of the files, and now.
Where's the rest of them?
They're on their way.
Well, have them sent
to the path lab.
Lookit, this stuff
is going to be
in the computer
in a day or two, anyway.
What's the rush, you know?
They're dead, right?
Nurse Piva, just
get me the files.
I don't have time for a debate.
No kiddin'... not the way
people are dropping around here.
People dropping?
Someone else besides
Dr. Mason has been killed?
Yeah, they just found a guy
up in ward three.
Just get those files
to my path lab, and stat.
Dr. Bentley,
if something
is going on...
We'll talk about it later.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Looks like you got
quite a busy night
lined up for yourself.
Not the evening I had planned.
Then, um, how about
planning another night with me
next Saturday?
Uh, Officer Bravin,
how do you figure I'd segue
from a simple "thank you"
to a "Sure, I'd love
to go out with you"?
Well, we got off
to such a good start,
I figure... why not build on it?
I'm thinking...
you, me, dinner, Del Floria's.
Funny... I was thinking
me alone in my pathology lab.
All right. Well, that's
all right for tonight,
but I-I didn't hear a
definite no on Saturday.
You're hearing it now.
Definitely no.
Bye-bye.
Dr. Travis, I just heard
that someone else was killed
up on ward three.
Oh... the hospital grapevine
moves faster than e-mail.
You have something
you want to tell us,
Nurse Piva?
Yeah. I'm scared.
And I want to know what
you're doing to stop it.
Listen, a raised voice
and a sense of panic
doesn't help the
situation any, okay?
I'm sorry, Doctor, I, uh...
I don't know what to do.
Okay, if you want
to do something,
you can tell us where
Doyle is right now.
Doyle?
I.C.U.
You impressed?
Not in the least.
Hey, why don't you kick it
while you're at it?
Everybody else does.
I-I went swimming this morning,
and... it reminded me
of our first family reunion.
It was the summer
that we went
to Bear Lake, wasn't it?
And you wanted to
teach me how to swim.
But Mom didn't think
you could do it.
Remember?
Guess we showed her.
Doyle, we need to talk.
About what?
I'm pretty busy here.
Let's take it out
in the corridor, okay?
So, why don't you want
to talk to me, Doyle?
You got something to hide?
Oh, don't tell me...
You found this
and you were on your way
to return it.
What happened?
That bitch Mason fingered
me before she got offed?
Oh, you had a problem
with Dr. Mason?
Yeah. Who didn't?
Ask Dr. Travis. He was ready
to lay into her tonight.
He's right. Her behavior
has been erratic lately.
Erratic? Man, ever since she
came back, she's been bizarre.
Uh-huh, and where did she go
that made her, uh, "bizarre"?
She almost drowned
about six months ago.
Yeah, and they brought her back
from the dead.
She wasn't a zombie, Doyle.
They resuscitated her.
Call it whatever you want.
All I know is when Mason
came back, she was...
a she-devil,
always on everybody's case
about this, about that...
and then flaking off
her own self.
Well, she's not
coming back this time.
She's permanently dead.
Hey...
I know where this is going.
I didn't kill her.
If you want to prove that,
Doyle, all you need is an alibi.
I didn't kill her.
Sorry.
A couple of stitches,
you'll be fine.
No, I won't be fine
until I'm out of this madhouse.
Ow.
Okay...
I like the way you handled
yourself, Officer Bravin.
I did what I was
supposed to do...
I stayed at my post.
Nice post,
but she doesn't look
like your type.
She's not married,
she's not a nurse...
I see you've taken
a real interest in me.
I'm flattered.
You got a key?
Just knock three times.
Hi.
Mind if we come in?
Aren't you guys on duty?
We are, doing
inventory and stuff.
Well, maybe you can
take a minute
and help me establish
the whereabouts of Mr. Doyle
earlier this evening,
around 7:00?
Uh, let me see...
me and Wilkins
were in maternity,
and, Nash, you were
in ward four, right?
Come on, you guys.
You took me for 72 bucks.
At least you can
back me up here.
Hey, full house!
When did Community General
start stocking these?
Uh, this isn't getting back
to our supervisor, is it?
Probably.
You got that guy
pretty quick, Lieutenant.
I'm impressed.
Unfortunately, I didn't
get what I was after.
I did get this, though.
You recognize it?
Hmm? Doesn't look
like that guy's
style, does it?
That's... that's
my grandfather's.
Are you sure?
Y-Yeah. My brother
and I, we...
we gave it to him
for his birthday.
It was... in here,
but I...
Well, normally, I'd have
to keep this for evidence,
but, uh, since Doyle
has already confessed...
Thank you.
My-my grandfather would be
lost without this.
So would I.
Thank you.
Uh, well, he would thank you,
too, if he could.
Yeah.
Well, I hope, uh,
all the commotion
didn't disturb him.
Oh, no.
He's-he's...
he's been through
the Great Depression
and World War II
and three strokes.
I'm sure a little commotion
didn't bother him much.
Well, you know,
at least not now.
Well, I better go.
If there's anything
else I can do...
I'll make sure the little lady's
well taken care of.
Thanks again.
I like your style, Lieutenant.
Where'd you pick it up...
bad reruns of
The Love Boat?
It's not about style, Bravin.
It's about doing the job.
And take my word for it,
you're not her type.
Well, you may be right,
but, uh, it's always
worth a shot.
I thought you were
supposed to be on ward three
securing a crime scene,
Jurkowski.
Eh, I kind of got lost
looking for a bathroom.
Then you missed the one
at the end of the hall on three.
Well, like I said, I got lost.
I don't know my way
around this place.
What can I say?
You might try the truth.
You and me, Lieutenant,
aren't we on the same team?
Why am I getting
interrogated here?
It's not an interrogation,
Jurkowski.
It's an ass-chewing.
I do my job.
Yeah, but not tonight,
you're not.
I've got three murders
and nothing else but questions.
I need people I can depend on.
I went out into the
parking lot for a smoke.
I'm sorry.
Well, "sorry"
doesn't get it done.
I want you on three,
doing your job.
You need a map?
Yeah, just don't turn me
into Boris Karloff, all right?
Ow!
Well, that broken nose
should heal just fine,
but you'll have
a couple of black eyes
for a few days.
Thanks, Doc.
Five milligrams of Vicodin
for the officer.
Okay.
Any serious damage?
Eh, they'll survive.
How'd it go with Doyle?
I knew it couldn't be that easy.
Are you sure about Courtenay?
Yeah. He died at 3:00,
almost to the minute,
in the cardiac unit
of heart failure.
And then at 4:00,
we lost Mr. Ortiz
due to a severe drug reaction.
And at 5:00, Miss Randolph
in the cancer unit
and another cardiac arrest.
That's a death every hour
on the hour.
Six hours running.
What are the odds
it's not murder?
And why?
Why did the killer
pick those people?
Why did he pick those people
out of the hundreds
in this hospital?
And why the clockwork approach?
Why is he killing them
every hour on the hour?
I just took Doyle into custody.
For killing Dr. Mason?
No... theft.
He's been stealing
from patients.
But he's got a solid alibi
for the time Mason was killed.
Well, that's too bad.
I was hoping he was our guy.
Yeah, we could have
wrapped this up.
I'm afraid he may just
complicate things.
According to Doyle, there
are a lot of people
out there who had a reason
to want Dr. Mason dead.
Why? I mean, I know
she was difficult, but...
Apparently, she had
some kind of
near-death experience,
and not a good one...
It, uh, radically
changed her personality.
That's it.
That's the link right there.
It's been right in front of us.
Here we are.
Okay...
"Friedman.
Cardiac arrest last month.
No life signs for three minutes
before he was resuscitated."
"Garroway. Resuscitated in E.R.
four weeks ago."
And "Courtenay.
Triple bypass surgery.
Died on the table
and was revived."
You see the pattern?
All these people,
they cheated death.
So the killer's simply
completing a process
the hospital has interrupted.
The process of dying... exactly.
Are you sure all these people
had near-death experiences?
Yes. Whoever this killer is,
he's on a mission.
Which explains the hourly thing.
It's part of his ritual.
Probably sees himself
as the, uh, angel of death...
You know, killing people
this way is his destiny.
Catching those who have cheated
their preordained fate.
Okay... that brings us
back to the big question...
Who is he?
Might be anyone.
Psychotic, psychopathic...
Whatever he is, Captain,
he's killing someone
every hour on the hour.
Yes, sir,
we have made a connection...
All the victims have had
near-death experiences.
I'm sorry, Captain,
I'm losing my battery.
Captain, we need all the units
you can spare, right away.
Can you hear me, Captain Newman?
Damn it.
Shut down the I.C.U.
Nobody gets in or out
without my okay.
Right.
How many O.R.'s
are in use right now?
How many of those are critical,
do you think?
How many operations
do you have scheduled?
No, no, not just the
doctors... everyone.
I need a complete list
of all the employees
who clocked in at 3:00.
Yes, including you, and
if I don't get that list
in two minutes, you
won't be on it tomorrow.
Any help on the way?
Yeah, but it's going
to take a while.
We don't have a while.
Half an hour, maybe.
I know, Dad, but...
Hey, look, we can't stand around
doing nothing.
The stalker's probably looking
for his next victim right now.
So we get the hell out.
We evacuate the hospital now.
We don't know if that's
going to stop the killer.
He might murder somebody
in the parking lot
or on an ambulance.
So we take that risk.
I mean, we're no closer
to finding the killer
or his next victim
than we were half an hour ago.
That's not true, Jesse.
Whoever killed Dr. Mason
must have known her.
Now, I'm getting a complete list
of all the employees
who clocked in at 3:00.
If the killer is an employee,
then how do we know
that the murders began
when his shift started
and not one, two
or three hours into it?
Well, we don't.
I've locked down
the I.C.U.
At least the patients
most at risk will be safe.
Just because someone's
in critical condition
doesn't mean that they've
cheated death before.
How do we know that
those patients
are any worse off than
any other patient?
We don't.
Well, then we are nowhere
and someone else
is going to die.
We don't know anything.
But we've got to make
some choices, right or wrong,
and hope one of them works.
All right, we evacuate
the hospital.
No. Pandemonium works
in favor of the killer.
We've got to somehow take
charge of this situation.
But how?
What way, Mark?
Jesse, I want you to isolate
all of the hospital guests
and clerical personnel
down in the cafeteria.
Okay.
Uh, contact operations,
have them close down all of
the elevators except this one.
I'll try to cancel
all the non-critical operations,
and any O.R.'s that are active,
I'll just lock them down
with the doctors
and the patients inside.
Steve, can you get an officer
posted to guard the stairwells?
We haven't got enough manpower.
Well, do what you can.
I hope it's enough.
That's the E.R.
Must be a major accident.
Mark, you'd better
go to the O.R.
All those patients
are vulnerable.
I'll cover you in emergency.
I'll get there when I can.
Apartment house fire.
Four ambulances coming in.
At least three serious injuries.
All right, alert the O.R.
and blood bank
and set up traumas one and two.
Jess, we've only got 20 minutes.
We'll do the best we can.
- Code one, code one.
- I got three right behind me.
What have you got?
Okay, 30-year-old male...
First- and second-degree burns,
torso and both extremities.
Looks like flash point injuries.
All right, I.V. saline.
Get him to trauma one
and notify the burn center.
Chart. 70-year-old female...
Fall injury.
Suspected fractured ankles,
assorted cuts and bruises.
All right, admit her and
transport her to X-ray.
I'm going to want to get
A.P. and lateral films
on both those ankles.
Got another one here for triage.
30-year-old female...
Smoke inhalation.
Let's keep her on oxygen,
five liters per minute.
I'm going to need C.X.R.,
and call respiratory.
How many more?
This should be it.
What have you got?
Crushing chest injury,
smoke inhalation,
third-degree burns
over 80% of his body.
Let's get him to
trauma two stat.
Saline compresses.
Let's call a thoracic surgeon
and contact
Dr. Ethan in plastics.
Let's go.
Relax. It's
under control.
Well, no, it isn't.
How are we going
to run this hospital
and stop the next murder
at the same time?
We can't. I mean, you're
trying to control
an uncontrollable situation.
We can't just shut down
the hospital, you know.
We can't do it.
Jesse, we have to try.
Dad, it'd take an army of cops
to do that,
and we just don't have one yet.
The police. You know,
you're here more than anyone.
Well, I swear I didn't do it.
No, I mean there's
a constant stream
of police officers
in and out of here all the time.
Did any of the police officers
have any contact
with those victims?
Officer Bravin... he was
here the night Garroway
had his accident.
It was a major accident.
Of course, a cop
would've come with him.
But he's always in the
hospital... always hitting
on the nurses and
the female doctors.
Did Bravin ever
hit on Dr. Mason?
Well, yeah. I even think they
went out a couple of times.
Then he could have had access
to the patient files
through her.
And right now, he's got
complete access to I.C.U.
All right, call security.
Just in case Bravin
isn't our man,
I want to isolate the guests
and the clerical personnel.
And shut down all non-critical
operations. I'm on it.
And you came in, and...
and there was
that poor little kitten,
and it had this...
this clothespin on its tail.
It was just... yowling...
Easy, Dad. If you're
right about this guy,
I don't want to tip him off.
And I said,
"I don't know."
What was I, like, four or...
five?
Drop it, Bravin. It's over.
Back off.
Let me die.
Nurse, over here.
Get me some bandages.
I... I can't believe
you shot him.
I... I was just
talking to him.
And get me Dr. Travis.
Right away, Doctor.
Don't save me.
That's when it starts.
What starts? What do you mean?
When people come back,
the ones around them
have to pay.
We need a gurney, stat.
We don't have one available.
Look, we got a
gunshot wound victim
down the hall. We need it now!
Okay.
And get some Betadine
and a central-line
I.V. set.
Okay.
And set up some O-negative.
You heard him.
I need a gurney.
Okay.
Wound in the groin
and a massive hemorrhage...
Femoral artery.
I got pressure on it.
We need to
set up an I.V.
He's lost a lot of blood.
No time, Jesse.
We need to get him to E.R.
Look, we've got a gurney
on the way.
My dad...
he was never the same.
After what?
After they brought him back?
He killed my mom...
tried to kill me...
hurt my sister...
hurt everybody around us.
Is that what you were doing?
Protecting the innocent?
Nobody should die
more than once.
It is not right.
Five murders in as many hours.
How did you do it, Bravin?
How did you pull it off?
All right, on my count:
one, two, three.
You got shot, Sloan.
You died,
and they brought you back.
Okay, let's roll it.
You're still going
to have to pay.
Everybody does.
Trauma one, stat.
What's the prognosis?
Ten... 12 minutes.
Barely take him
to 9:00.
Perfect timing.
I don't like that look.
You get that look,
we've got trouble.
What time did you
get to the E.R.?
Uh, with the perp,
just after 8:00.
And what time
did Bravin come in?
Right after me.
Then he could have
killed Friedman at 6:00
and Dr. Mason at 7:00.
But he wasn't even
in the hospital
when Garroway died.
Uh-uh. Bravin
had a partner.
He wasn't working alone.
He might commit another murder
in the next ten minutes.
And we have no idea
where to start looking.
I'll check the crime scene.
Maybe forensics has
come up with something
that will give us a lead.
I'll keep an eye
on Officer Bravin
in case he should pull through.
He'll never talk.
You don't know how much
I wish you were wrong.
We got a 30-year-old white male
with two gunshot wounds
in the abdomen.
Let's start
some big bore I.V.'s.
Pressure's 80 palp.
I'm going to need five units
of packed cells.
Hmm. Abdomen's distended.
Significant bleeding there.
At least his chest is clear.
Main problem is in his groin.
What about exit wounds?
No. I don't see any.
He's arrested.
He's stopped breathing.
All right, let's intubate.
Let's get that defib over here.
Okay.
We have course fib.
Clear.
Glad you guys finally got here.
Oh, it's been
that kind of night.
You got a team in the
on-call room downstairs?
And another one
should be arriving
at the cancer unit anytime now.
You must feel pretty
special, Lieutenant Sloan.
Not every day you get
a chance to shoot another cop.
I had no choice.
Yeah, like Bravin had no choice
when he saved my butt
a dozen times?
Now's not the time to talk
about it, Jurkowski.
We've still got a
killer on the loose
in the hospital.
After it's over...
You'll stay away from me
if you have any sense.
No pulse, no rhythm at all.
Should we crack his chest?
It's too late, Jess.
Even when we had rhythm,
the E.K.G. displayed
S.T. changes
that indicated
a massive M.I.
Probably precipitated
by hemorrhagic shock.
Yeah. A thoracotomy
would be futile.
Let's call it.
8:52.
I'll get a postmortem kit.
Thanks, Doctor.
You know, you're not
needed here anymore.
Why don't you go get some rest?
Shame the on-call room's
out of action, huh?
Mmm.
What's your E.T.A.?
Great.
That third team is coming in...
Maybe five minutes away.
Great. They'll be here
just in time for
our next murder.
I'll meet them
in the cancer unit.
Hold the elevator, please.
Thank you.
Well, there goes our only chance
of finding the second killer.
Who must know that
Bravin's been shot.
Yeah. By Steve.
What?
You remember what
Bravin said just
before he passed out?
Yeah, something about
Steve being brought back.
He knew about Steve being shot.
Which gives the second killer
two very good reasons
to go after Steve.
We'd better find him.
After you.
Sloan was headed down
to the cancer unit
the last time I saw him.
Mark!
I heard you caught the killer.
You're only half right, Amanda.
There were two of them.
And Steve could be
the next target.
Oh, that's right.
Steve's phone's dead.
Page him.
I'll go on down
to the cancer unit.
Detective Steve Sloan,
please call Dr. Travis
at the nurses' station
in ward three right away.
Remember that
policeman you killed?
Officer Bravin?
That was my brother.
Steve!
You all right?
You okay?
Yeah.
It's almost 9:00.