Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 20 - Trash TV: Part 2 - full transcript

Beaudine!

Uh-oh.

Security!

What'd you do that for?

He used to be my agent,
and then he became a producer

and he stole my ideas!

I created the Masked Magician!

As a cop show,
not a reality special.

It's totally different!

It's my identity I'm revealing

on tomorrow night's broadcast.



What?

You are going to
get yourself killed.

You are going to get
the show killed.

My show's
about revealing secrets.

If I don't do this,
I'm a hypocrite and a fraud.

Of course you are.
You're on TV.

You know, it's sad what's
happened to television.

These days it's
all about ratings.

It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

TV was supposed to unify us,

to help us understand
ourselves and each other

through intelligent programming.

You're serious about
this, aren't you?

Well, my father was Pat Cooper.



Pat Cooper... the founder of MBC?

Mm.

Since Allied Bottling
bought GBS a year ago,

we've allowed you
to remain autonomous,

run the network your way.

There is nothing

rewarding about losing
$150 million

annually.

He is your new vice president...

of... what is it again,

uh, Garth?

West Coast operations.

Where can I find Kent Beaudine?

Oh, he's in the editing room
putting together

the next episode of Maimings,
Massacres and Practical Jokes.

You know, what kind of
people watch that stuff?

I don't know, but there
are 15 million of them,

and all of them and probably
a couple million more

will watch just to see

the Masked Magician
get murdered again.

He's going to use that footage?

The man has no shame.

That's what makes him
a good producer.

What has gotten into you?

It's what got

into your coffee.

Derek Shaw, I'd like you to meet

the real Mark Sloan.

Hello.

We're going to spell
Sloane with an "E"

to make the character my own.

Oh, I see.

Why are you wearing a lab coat?

Oh, well, Jesse was

showing us around.

Let me see your piece.

I don't have a piece.

I got mine.

That's not loaded, is it?

It is in here.

And that will be
especially valuable

five or six years from now

since this is the first one
I've signed in this role.

Oh, you think you'll
be lucky enough

to stay on the air that long?

I make my own luck, friend.

Yeah, me, too, friend.

Lady Luck just coughed up
a heifer-sized spit-wad

and heaved it on my life.

Derek Shaw is dead.

If you hadn't tried to murder me
the way you murdered

the Masked Magician,
you wouldn't be in the box.

I had to do it...

before they
destroyed television.

Then why did you
kill Derek Shaw?

Because he was distorting
the view of medicine?

No, I didn't kill him.

Those bullets were real.

You killed him.

Tonight on Maimings,

Massacres

and Practical Jokes...

A special chilling report...

"homicide in primetime."

Right now, you're probably
sitting at home

expecting to be entertained,
diverted from the stresses

and irritations
of everyday life.

It's your time
to kick back and relax.

But for the people
who work in this medium,

this is no time to relax,

no time to let down their guard,

not when violent death
can strike anytime,

anywhere at any network.

In just this last week,

one of the world's
most celebrated magicians

attempting a daring feat
of legerdemain

right before our live cameras...

Result: live TV, dead magician.

Derek Shaw, the lead actor

in the new Jackson Burley series

Dr. Danger.

A young man
on the fast track to stardom

took the fast track
to oblivion instead,

as did the ill-fated
Dr. Danger
itself.

Right here on the very first day
of production...

an actor dies
along with the show,

both killed, ironically,

by the show's own
producer/star, Jackson Burley.

For the viewer,

television can give a sense
of comfort and reassurance.

We watch as families
resolve every conflict,

police solve every crime,

good triumphs over evil,

and for every difficult question

there is always
one perfect answer.

But for the producers
who work in television,

there is no answer

to the question
they're all asking:

"Who is next?"

No serial numbers?

Filed off.

And no fingerprints
except for Burley's.

You know,
Burley was the only one

that handled that gun.

What about
the whatchamacallit guy?

The prop man?

Yeah.

He claims
he's never
seen it before.

So this was switched
with the prop gun on the set.

Yeah, which the prop man swears
was loaded with blanks.

And you believe him?

I believe his record...

22 years in the
business without
a single accident.

I don't think
the word "accident" describes

what actually happened
on that set yesterday.

Yeah. All right.
Thanks. Bye.

Bad news?

MBC made it official...

Dr. Danger
is D.O.A.

Along with your
television writing career.

I can't believe
how unlucky
one show can be.

I don't think bad luck
had anything to do with it.

I don't know. Do you
call two actors dying

the same week on the same series

a stroke of good fortune?

I call it double murder.

Morning, pilgrims.

What are you
in such a good mood about?

The wonderful deed
you did for me...

Exposing my publicist
as a murderer and saboteur.

Boy, you'd think,
with those skills,

she'd have been
better at her job.

Anyway, thanks to you,
I'm alive today.

Consider me thanked.
I have to make rounds.

Oh, boy! Rounds,
schedules, patients...

The endless 24-seven
world of medicine.

Admit it, Mark.

You're tired

of the agonizing grind.

"Tired" doesn't really describe
what I'm feeling right now.

What you need is a series...

I don't want a series.

To be the host of monthly

medical specials
on the Pox Network. Why not?

I'm just not cut out
for hosting.

Oh, come on. Yes, you are.
Look at you.

You're avuncular,
you're sage, you're...

you're blessed
with a strong jawline.

You're-you're brimming
with hostiness.

You know, I don't think
any legitimate physician

would want to be
associated with your trash.

This is not trash.

This is serious journalism.

This is a public service.

What's it called?

Fatal Facelifts:

When Plastic Surgery
Goes Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.

Amanda. Amanda...

I got this dynamite
project in the pipeline.

Are you ready?

Celebrity Autopsies.

Oh...

Steve... I'm thinking

of replacing the host
of
Red Asphalt.

Right demographic...

wrong jawline.

Uh, Luanne?

I love your show.
Luanne?

Hey, Barbara.

Barbara, congratulations
on the L.A. Critics Award.

Barbara?

Excuse me.

I'm looking for
Mr. Jackson Burley.

Jackson Bur...

Oh, Mark!

Mark, over here!

Ah.

Hi.

Had a little trouble
spotting you.

Yeah. No kidding.

Even Jessica
Fletcher couldn't
spot me over here.

Listen, pull up a chair
if you can find room.

Uh... may I?

Mr. Burley, you look
a little uncomfortable.

Maybe we ought
to get another table.

Doc, I'm lucky
to have this table.

I'm carne me in this town.

Carne muerte?

"Dead meat."

Ah. Well, they really...

they can't blame you
for anything.

You didn't kill that man
intentionally.

Well, that doesn't matter.

Nobody cares
if you kill an actor,

but killing your own TV series?

Not a good career move.

You have dozens of hits
to your credit.

Surely, that must be worth...

The lint in your shorts.

In this town, past glory
is deader than Betamax,

and I hope this lunch is on you

because my platinum card's
a little tarnished.

Ah. Well, I would appreciate it
if you'd answer a few questions.

This bear don't mind
dancing for his meat.

What do you want to know?

Who do you think would kill
to get Dr. Danger off the air?

Anybody who hates me.

Any names come to mind?

You close your eyes,
you pick up your fork

and you throw it.

Anybody you hit
is on the list...

except maybe him.

Friend of yours?

Right now, anybody

with a series
is a friend of mine.

Oh. Who is he, exactly?

Oh, that's Gerry Lane,

star of He's My Wife.

Oh, yeah, I recognize him.

He's the one
with the, uh, dress.

You know, I gave that guy
his first job in TV...

The third serial rapist

on the season finale
of
Frankencop.

Hey, Ger!

Ger. Hey, babe.

How you doing, babe?

I'm going to look so tacky
in a red valet coat.

Who is the man
sitting with Lane?

Oh, that's a point man for GBS.

His name is Garth Zand.

Allied Bottling brought him in

to back up Tanya Simone.

Can you believe it?

Last week, that guy was
in Newark counting bottle caps,

and this week, he's in Le Guerre
breaking bread.

God, sometimes,
I just hate this business.

You know...

before He's My Wife,

I starred in a TV movie...

The Seventh Sense.

I must have missed it.
I'm sorry.

Oh. I played a psychic.

I really got into it...
Lived the role.

I swear I could
see into the future

by the time we wrapped.

What do you see now?

You trying to talk me

into breaking my contract
with He's My Wife

and going to work at GBS.

That is amazing!

Truly.

Do you always pick up
all the talents

of the characters you play?

I look great in a dress,

but I am not about to walk away

from a hit show. Uh-uh.

You may not understand this

coming from bottling,

but there is no faster way

to get this town
to turn against you.

There's something you should
understand here, Gerry.

You see, I am not trying

to talk you into
quitting
He's My Wife.

You're not? Oh.

No, I would never
ask you to do that.

You see, we at GBS would prefer

if you would
quit television altogether.

Yes. Yeah.

Otherwise, you might
have to stop broadcasting

on Thursday night, eh?

So, to save your network,
all you're asking me to do

is to give up the fame,
the money, the power...

The barely legal girls.

W-w-w-w-wha...

You are stuttering, Gerry,

but then, I guess
that's what comes

from working all day
and partying

all night.

Who were you with last night,
Gerry?

Was it Joan the brunette?

Or was it that blonde Ellen?

Or the redhead?

What's the little
redhead's name?

Ramona?

Oh, she's a beautiful girl

and smart.

You see,
they're all smart girls, Gerry.

You know them?

Sure.

They all work
for Allied Bottling...

Special executive secretaries.

You should take a peek
at their résumés,

but then again, I guess

that you already have.

You set me up.

You know, I always felt

that I had some
psychic abilities myself.

For instance,
you know what I see right now?

I see you and your wife enjoying
a very happy retirement.

Starting today, Gerry.

Looks like your
friend Gerry Lane

just got some bad news.

Yeah. His series
picked up a 25 share

instead of its normal 30.

Can you speak?

Turn around.

Gerry, Gerry.

Gerry, baby.
Listen. UBC...

I hear they're
looking for
a spin-off,

and I got just the show, Ger...

She's My Husband.

Think about this.

She's My Husband, Gerry.

Get lost, Burley!

She's My Husband.

It's a good idea, Gerry.

She's My Husband.

Think about it. It's good.

Mr. Lane seems to have
something serious on his mind.

Well, that'll be

the first time.

"Lane Ankles Skein,

Web Scrambles."

You want to translate for him?

That means that Gerry Lane
just quit

and UBC is in a panic.

You know,
I just saw him yesterday.

He seemed disturbed.

Well, not disturbed enough
to trade in his wig and frock

for a career in feature films.

"No one at UBC can be pleased
that Lane has abandoned

"the number one show
in primetime...

"the linchpin to the network's

Thursday night
lineup."

Well, bad news for UBC,
good news for everybody else.

What?

Well, He's My Wife gave UBC
a chance to own Thursday nights.

Now that that's gone,
the night's up for grabs.

That's right.

Here we go.

Jesse's right.

That's why Derek Shaw
was murdered

and why the gun was switched
on
Dr. Danger.

See? I'm right.

What, exactly, am I right about?

Somebody wants Thursday night
badly enough

to kill for it.

Surgeons: the elite of
the medical profession...

Experts with scalpel,
saw and drill.

We trust them with our lives

and hope they know
what they're doing.

Unfortunately, sometimes,
hope and trust

clash with grim reality.

And the patient
pays the price...

When Operations Go Bad.

Wow.

That is an all-new low
for television.

Even for Kent Beaudine.

Tonight's episode:

"Lethal Liposuction."

A teenager pays the price
when her thighs collapse.

How disgusting.

Where did you get this?

Kent Beaudine sent it to me.

He wants me to be
his technical adviser.

Well, I have a piece of advice
for Mr. Beaudine.

How about that?

Okay, put it over here in the
corner, guys, if you will.

What's that?

This is the Thursday night
primetime schedule...

They say the most watched
night in television.

And the most lucrative.

Millions of dollars spent
on ads every minute.

Yeah, along with a life or two.

Hmm.

Yeah, starting with
The Masked Magician.

And then MBC put
Dr. Danger
on the schedule.

Which was taken right off

after Derek Shaw's murder.

And after Mark caught
the Masked Magician's killer

on national television,

MBC brought Dr. Danger
back to life.

Starring...

Jackson Burley,

who shot a day
player his first
day of production.

Mm-hmm. Good-bye,
Dr. Danger.

Which left He's My Wife on UBC

as the highest-rated show
on television.

Except the star opted
for a sudden

and unexpected retirement.

That's right.

Now, are we all looking
at the same thing here?

Yeah, GBS's lineup
is still intact.

Allied Bottling will
be glad to hear that.

Allied Bottling?

Yeah, Allied just bought

a controlling stake in GBS.

Here, take a look.

Wow.

The term "multiple indictments"

was invented for these people.

Hmm, multiple indictments

but not a single conviction.

Sounds like Allied
hired the right attorneys.

Yeah, or intimidated
the right people.

Every time there's a trial,

the witnesses suddenly tend
to recant their testimony

or vanish.

Garth Zand is right
in the middle of it, too.

His name is on every lawsuit
and every indictment in here.

There was
a driver's
strike in '94,

and there was
an unfriendly
takeover

of Burrows Bottling in '95.

Mr. Zand must be

some kind of a super corporate
hatchet man.

Who just happened
to have had lunch

with Gerry Lane
the day before he quit his job.

Well, that could be
a coincidence.

Or it could be something else.

And only Gerry Lane
would know what.

Lane and Garth Zand.

Ah...

One more "ah" ought to do it.

Ah...

All right.

Prognosis?

Very good.
You'd never know

a tomato went down
the wrong way.

You had me come all
the way down here

just for a couple of "ahs"?

Well, I wanted to make sure
you were all right.

Hey, you're good,
Dr. Sloan.

You're real good.

Well, I've been
doing this a long time.

No, no. I'm talking

about the "concerned
physician" act.

Yeah, if I still had
a show, I'd hire you

when the right part came up.

If you still had a show,
I wouldn't have had

to get you down here
on such a weak pretense.

Ah, yeah. Now we're
getting to it.

What is this really about, huh?

Zand. What did he say
to you at lunch yesterday?

Quit wearing a dress
in primetime

or I'll blackmail you
into bankruptcy.

Oh, come on.

Don't look so surprised.

That is what you wanted
to know, isn't it?

Why didn't you call the police?

Well, his threat
just happened to coincide

with a major career decision
I was about to make anyway.

Why work the series grind

when you can make $20 million

doing just one movie?

And that's not including
the profit points.

Yeah, look.

I'm already
considering my
first project.

Casablanca?

Rocky?

Chinatown?

Haven't those been done?

Not with me. Hey, why take
a risk doing something new

when you can do something
that's already been done?

What about Zand?

Oh, he's in television.

I'm in the movies now.

He doesn't exist for me anymore.

Oh, got to fly.

Somebody has to stop Zand

before he hurts somebody else.

Well, whoever does,

you tell him I'll give him
two tickets to the premiere

of my movie if he pulls it off

or to his next of kin
if he doesn't.

Guy's pretty smart for an actor.

This is Brooks.

Lane just told everything
to Dr. Mark Sloan.

Oh, is that so?

What did he want?

No, no, no. I'll, uh...

I'll take care of it myself
after lunch.

So, where were we?

You were about to
offer me a deal...

Leave Pox and join GBS.

Oh, was I?

Yup.

You told me yourself you
were envious of my ratings.

Well, they would look good
on the GBS schedule.

Hey, they'd look great
on the GBS schedule,

and I'd really like to help you
out, but I just don't see...

Kent, Kent, Kent.

You haven't heard my offer yet.

An order of ten

for When Operations Go Bad.

Pox just bought a full season.

I'll match it,

and I will throw in a guarantee

for two more series.

Yeah, but can you guarantee

to get me out of my
contract with Pox?

Eh, I never met a contract
that couldn't be broken

one way or another.

Their lawyers are good.

Ours are better.

All right.

Let's say we can make a deal.

Where would you put me?

Lead-off slot Wednesday.

Against Cincinnati Law
on Pox and S.F.P.D. on MBC.

My audience share
would be, like, minus one.

Then you pick your slot.

Any night of the week.

Garth, don't take this
the wrong way,

but, uh, any slot's
the death slot on GBS.

I really just, uh... I don't see
how we can make this work.

I'm very disappointed, Kent.

Well...

no hard feelings, right?

No, no. Of course not.

It's just business.

Nothing personal.

Exactly.

And hey, thanks for lunch.

Take a break. Now.

Here you go.

Hey, you want a nice
tip, my friend?

Don't bring the car
back damaged, okay?

Above the line, below the line

or just in line?

Pardon?

Boy, if you are working anywhere

but in front of the camera,
you are being wasted.

Nice chatting with you.

Hey, is that a scratch
on the hood?

Oh, man, brand-new car,
they bring it back damaged.

Get inside
and call an ambulance!

There's got to be

some way to get to Zand.

If there is, I don't see it.

Gerry Lane won't talk.

And we can't connect Zand

to Derek Shaw's murder.

Or the gun that killed the actor

on the set
of that
Dr. Danger.

So, where does that leave us?

Just trying to predict his
next move... that's it.

Like which actor
he's going to blackmail next.

Or which show
he's going to sabotage.

Well, unfortunately, there
are 96 primetime shows

on the air right now.

Okay. Got to go.

All right. See you.

96 shows. That's a lot
of potential targets.

Which just narrowed down a bit.

What do you got?

Adult male, mid-40s.

No way.
I'm a key demo. Mid-30s.

Severe body trauma,
possible internal injuries.

We immobilized his neck,
started an I.V., D5W.

Okay. On my count.

One, two, three.

Pressure 110/70.

Pulse 80.

Linda, type and cross,
two units, whole blood.

Kent, what happened?

I got hit with my own car.

I can't believe it.

Probably ruined the front end.

Well, cheer up.

At least you've got
another segment now

for Red Asp.

Hmm.

Here's a doctor now.

I'll get back to you.

How's Beaudine?

Doesn't look like
anything serious.

He's more worried about his car

than anything else.

He'll be relieved to hear

we found it in an
alley six blocks
away, wiped clean.

Any lead on the valet?

Only that he signed
on this morning,

uh, using a phony name

and he, uh, made sure he
was the only one on duty

when Kent asked for his car.

Efficient and professional...

Just exactly
the kind of operation

Garth Zand would put together.

But why get rid
of Kent Beaudine?

One word... ratings.

Dr. Sloan.

Yes. Hello.

No. No, I'm free.

8:00. That'll be fine.

Yes. Thank you.

That was Zand.

What?

Inviting me to dinner.

Well, you, uh, want
to take a piece?

Uh... you have
anything larger?

Forget about that overpriced,

over-sauced junk that
they serve at Le Guerre.

This...

this is real food.

GBS Jetstream just flew
that in from Manhattan.

Oh.

So, go ahead,
go ahead, go ahead.

Give it a taste.

Mmm. Very good.

Mmm!

A little old guy
from Okayama
prepared that

at a private club
down on Fifth Avenue.

You hit town, I'll
take you down there.

I appreciate the invitation.
Thank you.

And appreciate...
Dr. Mark Sloan.

In between saving lives,
he solves murders.

Whew. That's a real
double threat.

Well, so are you, Mr. Zand.

In between running a network,

you... solve problems.

Like Kent Beaudine
and, uh, Gerry Lane?

Well, maybe you could
solve a problem for me.

See, I got a development budget

that the Pentagon would envy

if you got an idea
for a TV series.

I can't help you there.

I haven't a clue as to what
makes a good television show,

especially these days.

Mmm, maybe you could sell me
something else.

Your goodwill, for instance?

Hmm, not available.

Even if the transaction

involved a corner office

and unlimited access
to our Jetstream?

You know, Mr. Zand,

there's no place
I really want to go.

I am happy being right here
just doing what I do.

I see.

You get everything you need
from saving lives, huh?

Yes, I do.

That and, uh, solving murders.

I understand.

I am very happy
with my job, too.

More, um, fugu?

"Fugu," as in
poison pufferfish fugu?

Nothing beats it
for flavor and charm.

Or, uh, lethal respiratory...
paralysis

if it's not prepared correctly.

Ah, come on.

What's life without
a little risk, huh?

Old age.

Hey, Doc.

When you get back to
Community General,

say hello to Kent Beaudine
for me, will you?

Zand wanted you

to jump networks?

Yep. I turned him down.

Next thing I know,

I'm staring at the roof
of a... of an ambulance.

Did he threaten you in any way?

Well, no, not in so many words.

But, hey, come on,
I say no to Zand,

ten minutes later, I got
a tire tread across my chest.

Will you testify to that
in court?

Yeah, sure... right after
I get done changing careers.

Get serious.

Don't you want to help
stop the guy?

Not as much as I want

to keep paying alimony
to my three ex-wives.

- There's his room!
- Okay, get in tight.

Hey! Hey!
Get out of here!

Out! Out! Get these
people out of here!

Let's go.

Security! Somebody!

Come on, just one shot!

This is a private room!

Out!

Jackals.

Carrion eaters.

Bottom feeders!

Hey, wait a minute.

Those bottom feeders
looked familiar.

They should, considering
you pay their salaries.

That was a crew

from Maimings, Massacres,
and Practical Jokes.

Well, what are you
doing standing there?

Get them back in here, will you?

Hey, fellas!
Fellas, come on back!

Come on back!

Nurse! Can I get
a nurse in here?!

How'd the interview
with Kent Beaudine go?

Nurse! Nurse!

No better than your dinner
with Garth Zand.

He refused to testify?

Yeah, which really
doesn't matter

considering there's no evidence

to corroborate his testimony.

You're telling me
that Zand's going

to get away with two murders?

You said it yourself, Dad...

Zand is efficient
and professional.

And reckless.

What do you call
a man who eats fugu?

Lucky, if he's still breathing.

Well, I think
it's about time
his luck changed.

Dad, right now,
with what we've got,

there's not a whole lot
we can do.

Well, that depends.

On what?

On how creative we are.

Aha! Steak tartare
for lunch... a nice choice.

How would you like
a 29-share for dessert?

If you want to
schedule a pitch,
you talk to Tanya.

Ah, not a pitch...
It's a question.

Who wears red,
breaks into your living room

and carries a Glock nine?

If your kids are in trouble,

he'll be there with eight
vicious reindeer as backup.

Santa Claus.

Sergeant Santa Claus,
a Christmas hero.

He's making a list,
he's checking it twice...

pray you're not on it.

That's very interesting, but
you've got to... Hey, what...?

Hey, hey, hey, pal.

Hey, I didn't order that.

Compliments of the house.

Well, doves are a dime a flock,

but a good martini in this town?

Rare as a hit series.

Ah...

the Amazing Arturo
at your service.

Oh, gee, let me guess...
You got a magic show to pitch.

No mask, no controversy

and no dead bodies.

And no audience. You got nothing
to promote, jocko.

Oh, but you haven't seen
my lovely assistant.

Ho-ho-ho!

Now, that is what I call
a demographic.

Well, all right, but the Masked
Magician's already revealed

all the good tricks, so what
do you got left to show?

I can make her clothes
disappear.

All right!

I'll drink to that.

When Allied Bottling
took control of GBS,

this network's share

of the vital
18-49 demographic
was below a 2.5.

Now it's hovering
at a 3.7,

and it's risen to a 4.5
on Thursday nights.

Cybill Shepherd...

Cybill Shepherd is
a proven commodity.

Her past series
have drawn strong

in the demographic
we're looking for.

It is our contention

that a new series
with Miss Shepherd

positioned at 9:00
on a Thursday night

will break us out.

Cybill Shepherd is
safe and traditional.

I don't want
safe and traditional.

I want dangerous, scary shows,

water cooler shows.

The "I got to stop
playing with the kids

just to watch them" shows.

"Shows that bring nasty
letters and scare
the sponsor" shows.

Well, I would rather have
scared sponsors than none.

This network doesn't
have one series
in the top 20.

Playing it safe
is the same as playing it dead.

Give me something edgy.

Give me something with
Howard Stern in it.

Give me something
that makes them so mad

that they have to watch it just
to call and complain about it!

Garth?

Are you all right?

Garth...

Garth.

Garth.

Oh! Oh, oh.

Garth, are you okay?

I got to... I got to...
I got to...

Oh, my goodness. Oh!

I got to lay down.

Call 911!

Somebody call 911.

Garth, are you okay?

Can you hear me?

All right, come on.

Come on now.

What's the matter?

Can you tell me
what's the matter?

All vital signs are stable.

How's Mr. Thomas's level

of consciousness?

He's responding to pain
but not verbal command.

Well, considering he took

90 milligrams of benzodiazepine,

it's a miracle he's
responding to anything.

You know, until his
liver detoxifies,

all we can do is
monitor his progress.

What the hell...?

Whoa! Mr. Zand!

You had us nervous.

We thought your heart stopped.

Let me reattach these leads.

No, get away. You're not
attaching anything to me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where's my clothes? I'm going...

You're going nowhere.

You're going to stay
right in that bed.

What the hell am I...

doing here?

Your EKG shows a pattern

consistent with
myocardial infarction.

Wait a minute. EKG?

Something's wrong with my heart?

You had a heart attack.

Bad?

Not so bad? What?

It's not good,
but it's not too bad.

There's no sign of arrhythmia

or any obvious discomfort.

In English.

Your heart's beating normally,

and you don't hurt,

so you're out of
the woods for now.

For now?

What do you mean, for now?

If you want to avoid
another heart attack,

you'll take it easy
and get some rest.

How much rest?

Well, we're talking
about a week in bed

and several weeks of
restricted activity,

diet and exercise.

Oh, come on, Doc.

I can't afford that much time
away from my job.

After what happened today,
I'd kind of doubt you have

a job to go back to.

More likely, you're
going to jail

unless you've got
the right answers

to some very tough questions

about blackmail,
extortion and murder.

But right now's not
the time to ask him.

I was just getting
to the good part.

Well, unfortunately,
we have to wait

till he's out of recovery.

Get well soon.

Wh.. wh... what was that
all about?

Gerry Lane.

I just assumed that's
what caused the heart attack.

What?

Oh.

He's all over the news.

I'll let him speak for himself.

The former star of He's My Wife
accused Garth Zand,

GBS's vice president
of West Coast operations,

of forcing him
to quit the series.

In a prepared statement,
GBS denied any knowledge

of Zand's actions.

Nurses' station.

Do you require assistance?

Yeah, give me an outside line.

555-7674.

Executive offices, GBS.

Yeah, this is Garth Zand.

Give me Reece's office,
extension 212.

Just a moment.

Mr. Reece is not available.

Would you like
to leave a message?

Give me Tanya Simone,
extension nine.

Miss Simone is not available.

Would you like...?

How do you know
she's not available?

You didn't even try her off...

No. The answer's no.

No pressure on Zand, not
with an interrogation. Not now.

It's been half a day.

It's still too early, Steve.

He's not ready.

I'm sorry.

Look, Dad, we haven't got

a whole lot of time here.

What happens
if GBS gets
involved in this?

Well, I imagine
Mr. Zand's asking himself

the same question.

Hey.

Listen, I treat you
to a gourmet meal

and you repay me
with, with
this?

Well, I see the patient's mood

hasn't improved any.

How about his vital signs?

Stable,

and Dr. Tyson
from cardiology

had a look at him.

He recommend a heart cath?

Not yet.

All right. If there's no
change in the next 36 hours,

transfer him to a telemetry bed.

You know, you really should
give acting a chance, Doc.

If I didn't know you better,

I'd swear that you were
concerned with my health.

Oh, I am, but not just because
you had a heart attack.

I'm-I'm-I'm not following.

You and I both know

how efficient and ruthless
your employers are

at handling problems.

I'd say right now
you're the biggest
problem they got.

I just checked
Mr. Siegel's X-rays.

It's acute tubular
necrosis, confirmed.

Uh, place him on a sodium
bicarbonate drip

and update me
on his condition
every half hour.

Oh, and, Anne, can you look in

on Thomas when you get a chance?

Okay.

Anne, can you give
me a hand in here?

Sure... if you'll
help me with Thomas.

Flatline! Dr. Travis!

Claudia, get the crash cart.

I'll get it right away!

Nothing. No pulse.

Nothing.

Still flatline.

Defib. 100 joules.

Clear.

Clear!

Flatline.

200 joules.

200 joules.

Charge.

Clear!

Clear!

Nothing.

Flatline.

You wanted to see me?

I'm in the mood
to answer questions.

Why the sudden change
in attitude?

Ask him.

And I arranged
for a valet of my own

to be outside,

and I hired him
to run over Beaudine,

and that's...

that's everything.

Except corroborating evidence.

Well, you got what,
you got an hour's worth

of confession on tape
and you want more?

Mm-hmm.

Something to help us
nail Allied besides your word.

I'm a sick man here.

All right, all right.

I got a safety-deposit box
over at, uh... E.M.I. Trust.

It's got copies
of Reece's memos,

e-mail, computer disks...

Everything that you need.

Thanks.

The, uh, district attorney
will be in touch.

Hey, hey. We're talking
witness protection

and immunity here, right?

Don't worry. You're protected,

and you'll get limited
immunity... the kind you get

when two premeditated
murders are involved.

Hey, I am a hired hand here.

Now, Reece and all those guys
over at Allied, they're...

Don't worry about them.

This is one time
the indictments will stick...

thanks to you.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Aw, come on.

Hey...

Hey!

Hey, nurse!

Hey, come on...

Hey, come on. Everything's
not working in here.

Hey!

Nurse!

Hey!

Well, where is everybody?!

No.

I like to see you
looking so well, Mr. Zand.

Your prognosis is good.

For 20 years in Folsom.

Welcome to the wrap party.

Piece of cake?

All I want to know

is how you pulled it off.

With a little help
from his friends,

starting at Le Guerre yesterday.

And about

ten milligrams
of diazocane in your drink.

And if you want that in English,

that's a good,
old-fashioned mickey.

You know, it took several hours

for that sedative

to work its way
through your system,

and then when the emergency call

came from GBS,

we had alerted central dispatch

to make sure that
the right team of E.M.T.'s

showed up here, of course...
Our team.

And they brought you down
to the Dr. Danger set.

Which Mr. Burley
so graciously lent us.

Oh, and a little
technical assistance.

Well, like a live video feed for
our phony newscast over there.

And a live audio feed
for the phone call you made.

Nurses' station.

Do you require assistance?

Executive offices, GBS.

Very... very clever, Dr. Sloan.

Very clever.

Much more elaborate than
anything I could have cooked up.

How you come up with that?

Uh... television.

Television.

Yeah. I always loved
Mission: Impossible.

I never missed an
episode of that show.

Oh. Hey, did you
see the one

where the bad guy's
lawyers get him off

because of entrapment?

Yeah, but I wouldn't worry
too much about the trial.

I'd be a little more concerned

about what
your employers
might do to you

if and when they see
your performance.

Good point.

You got me.

I know, I know.

You know, I think there's
a series in this, Mark.

Oh, please. Now
he's going to start
up this again now.