Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 3 - Till Death Do Us Part - full transcript

What a lovely dress.

Antique French lace,
freshwater pearls...

you certainly know
how to spend daddy's money.

Don't you know it's bad luck

to see the bride
in her wedding gown?

Well, then, take it off.

Slowly.

Make me.

Not just on one side.

I mean, look at it.
All of these...

I want all of these



wilted ones out of here, okay?

I'm paying my good
money for this.

I want it done right.

Just think,
by this time tomorrow,

we'll be married.

Your father will be dead...

And my stepmother
will be in jail
for murder.

And we'll be rich, rich, rich.

Oh, Philip, I do so
love happy endings.

Morning, Nina.

Good morning, lovebirds.

Daddy, you're not grumpy

because your little girl
is getting married, are you?

No, I'm grumpy



because the only thing I'm
getting out of this wedding

is bankruptcy.

And a son-in-law.

Like I said, bankruptcy.

Flowers have arrived.

I hope you have the sense
to appreciate

this bouquet, Cindy.

Oh, Denise, they're beautiful.

Oh, wait a minute, Cindy.

Start explaining:
orchids?

What happened to the carnations?

Ah, actually...

I canceled the carnations.

They lack style.

They also lack a high price tag.

Worship the bottom line

all you want at work, Wayde.

I won't let you embarrass me
in front of my friends.

Oh, who knew parasites
were so sensitive?

Oh, look at the time.

We better get dressed.

Now, wait a minute.

Look, I'm... sorry,

okay... kitten?

Okay.

Oh, joy...

Denny and Daddy together again.

Not for much longer.

Do you have it?

Of course.

Just like we planned.

You are so clever.

You are so right.

Hello. Nice to see you.

How are you?
Nice to see you.

Hey.

Oh, hi, Mark.

Hi.

Nice recovery.

Morgan is as lively as ever.

Just brimming with
youth and personality.

Three, two, one.

Well, Phil,

right on time.

At least that's one thing
you do right.

How about a shot
of you two, uh...
shaking hands, yeah?

Fireplace all right?

Oh, fantastic.

Yeah, yeah, good.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah,
fantastic, fantastic.

Great, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just a couple more.

By the way, have
you had a chance
to read my report?

Oh, why bother, Phil?

You know and I know,
the whole damn company knows

I only hired you to stop
Cindy's moaning and groaning

about how broke you are.

Awesome, yeah, yeah.

Hey, see you
at the wedding, yeah?

Yeah.

Thank you.

So it was just a coincidence

that you happened to
implement my ideas

on the new recliner.

Your ideas?

Well, now, that's not exactly
how I remember it.

Mmm, isn't that convenient?

Care to join me for a drink?

Well, I'll drink with anybody.

Especially since it's me
that's paying for the booze.

Morgan, out.

I'm not about to show up

at that altar
covered in dog hair.

Hell, I'm disappointed
you're showing up at all.

Has Pastor McSwaine arrived yet?

Oh, yeah, there he is.

Up to his elbows
in my appetizers.

You know, Wayde...

we should put all these
bitter words behind us.

I am, after all,
marrying your daughter.

Isn't it about time
we started getting along?

Ah...

no.

Marvelous.

I'll see you downstairs, yeah?

Thank you.

Oh, darn. I've chipped a nail.

Really? We've just got time
to make the 6:00 news.

Denise, would you get
my nail polish?

Please?
It's in the kitchen.

The top drawer
next to the spice rack.

Sure.
I've got nothing better to do.

It's not like we have guests
or anything.

McSWAINE:
Do you, Cindy
Montgomery Garrett,

take this man as your
lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

Do you,

Philip Evans Kobler,

take this woman
as your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

Place the ring on her finger.

Asthma... he's had it
since he was a kid.

What God has joined

may no man put asunder.

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

Wayde, people are staring.

Well, I don't care.
I can't breathe.

You're always so dramatic.

Well, grandpa... Oh!

Have I ever visited this house,
I haven't fallen over that dog?

Yeah, one time.

Then you tripped
over my ottoman.

Wayde, how long has
that cough been that bad?

You clear your
throat, you cough,
it's no big deal.

I'm not so sure about that.

You're flush,
and you're sweating, too.

Where's your inhaler?

Would you stop being my doctor

and just be my guest, okay?

Uh...

Tell you what, why don't you,
uh, try the cheese puffs.

Denise had them made special.

They do look good.

Yeah, well, for a buck a puff,
they should be.

Are you okay, Daddy?

No, I am not okay.

Everybody keeps asking me
stupid questions.

Well, you can relax.

I'll keep my eye on him.

Oh, thanks, Jesse.

Thank you for not smoking.

The three nicotine patches
sort of gave it away.

How long ago did you quit?

A month ago.

I was afraid with the wedding
and my nerves

that I would start up again.

Well, if you haven't started
by now, you never will.

You're welcome.

I couldn't help but notice you
standing over here all alone.

I guess this is
one of those parties

I don't know many of the guests.

Well, you're
a friend of Wayde's.

Mm-hmm.

And a friend of Cindy's.

And now, you're
a friend of mine.

Consider yourself part
of the family, Dr. Bentley.

Oh, Amanda, please.

Deal... Amanda.

Philip! Come on, hon!

I better get back to my bride.

We need you for this picture.

Do you think Cindy knows
how lucky she is?

Amanda, are you jealous?

Can you blame me?

No, I guess I can't.

Do you think Phil knows
how lucky he is?

It's our dance, Daddy.

Come on.

No, no.

Come on, Daddy.

Just one dance. Please?

Wow. Think we can get
Wayde to sit this one out?

I wish.

Daddy, you're starting
to worry me.

Oh, now, after you
throw your life away
on a used car salesman,

you're concerned
about how I feel.

Spare me, okay?

Where's his inhaler?

It's in the kitchen.

Deep breath, Wayde.

All right, another...
another one, deep.

He's flush and diaphoretic.

He's not breathing.

Oh, my God.

Daddy!

I'll start controlling the
airway, you start compression.

Call 911.

I'm on it.

Oh, Daddy! No!

Oh!

The toxicology report
confirmed high levels

of the mood elevator phenelzine.

What kind of a doctor
would prescribe phenelzine

for an asthmatic?

They wouldn't.

Which is why Amanda
brought me in on this

and why I just paid a visit
to the Garrett house.

Find anything?

Wine glass with traces
of a nice Merlot and phenelzine.

Red wine contains tryptophan.

You combine that with the
phenelzine and all the dairy

that was in his system.

Plus the albuterol
in his inhaler.

His blood pressure was
bound to go sky-high.

And a fatal stroke
was inevitable.

And apparently deliberate.

Morgan,

don't you ever chase cats
or something?

Or do you have
a fire hydrant you visit?

Never mind.

What about the household staff...

The gardener, housekeeper?

Did Mr. Garrett
get along with them?

Everyone loved my dad.

The man had no enemies.

- What about Denise?
- Did they ever fight?

They had their tiffs,

but they were crazy
about each other.

You know, I just...

Never mind, it's an absurd thing

to bring up.

Why don't you let
us decide that.

Tell them, darling.

Well, two weeks ago,
Dad's lawyer called.

He said his new will was ready.

Did he mention the beneficiary?

Denise loved my dad.

Well, I wish I was
as confident of that.

You did say that Denise
was the only one

wearing a white rose corsage
at the wedding?

What if she was?

I found this white rose petal
over there

on the floor by the wet bar.

Yes, I was treated
for clinical depression.

Not that it should matter now.

I took all the popular
antidepressants...

Prozac, Zoloft...

Phenelzine?

I haven't taken it in years.

And you haven't
renewed your
prescription lately?

I think I just
answered that question.

Mind if I have a look?

Where is this going?

Toward the truth, we hope.

Does this look familiar to you?

Prescription Drugs
and Their Known Side Effects.

No. I'm more of a Danielle
Steele fan, myself.

You're saying you've never
seen that book before?

Uh-uh.

You must of had your eyes closed

when you checked it out
at the library.

I don't even own a library card.

And you never renewed
your prescription

for phenelzine either, huh?

You knew that
phenelzine and albuterol

were a deadly mix
for an asthmatic.

And you knew that dairy
products and red wine

would make it even worse.

Practically everything
you ordered for that reception

contained cheese.

I must say, you did
your research well.

I didn't do any research.

I never read that book.

I certainly didn't kill Wayde.

Well, the evidence
says otherwise.

All you had to do was put the
phenelzine in Wayde's red wine

and then wait
till he used his inhaler.

And how convenient that you knew

exactly where that inhaler was.

Seems pretty clear
you had means and opportunity.

What about motive?

Tell me why I would
kill my husband.

He was worth
a great deal of money.

Am I wearing last
year's potato sack?

This is an original Vertelli.

Tiffany's, platinum setting;
not a stone under ten carats.

Isn't it obvious? Wayde
gave me whatever I wanted.

Did that include
changing his will?

Look, this proves I'm innocent.

Whoever picked up
the phenelzine
at the pharmacy

bought a pack a cigarettes, too.

Cindy's brand.

Cindy's former brand.

You bought those cigarettes
hoping to frame her,

not realizing Cindy
had quit smoking.

Denise Garrett,
I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder of Wayde Garrett.

No!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

And that, my dear,
is the perfect murder.

Sounds good.

Good? No, my dear,
it's better than good.

It's foolproof.

And that is exactly
how it's going to happen

at our wedding tomorrow.

Nina, por favor?

Gracias.

Por nada.

Oh, now, there's my
little lovebirds,

but no ray

of sunshine on this,
the morning of all mornings?

No sane

human being has a smile
on their face

at this god-awful hour.

Especially after last night.

We did hit the Dom pretty hard.

Ah, celebrating your last day
of freedom, huh?

Amongst other things.

Hey, everybody!

The flowers have arrived.

Oh.

Casablanca lilies for the bride

and a white rose for me.

Where are my orchids
and stephanotis?

Cindy, the florist said the
cattleya orchids and stephanotis

were unavailable.

The lilies were
more expensive,
but your father...

Lilies? I'm going to
look like Morticia.

Sweetheart, Denise and I...

Dad, don't "sweetheart" me.

This is my wedding,
not your... your wife's.

I can't believe you allowed her

to do this to me.

I'm so sorry.
This is my fault.

I-I should have talked to you
before I made any changes.

Oh, and that's supposed
to make me feel all better?

Uh, look,

the guests are going
to be arriving soon.

We all need to finish
getting dressed.

And, kitten, you just need

to calm down a little, huh?

Come on.

Did you bring them?

You bet.

Just like we planned.

Ha. Aha. There. See?

Ow!

Damn thorn.

I'm bleeding.

Here.

Mmm.

Let me see.

Phil, what are you doing?

Looking for a few good
books for the honeymoon?

No. No.

Will the fireplace be okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Fabulous.

Fabulous, fabulous.

Phil, come here. Come here.

Here.

Uh, smile, ja? Please?

Ja... spectacular.

See you.

Thanks.

Uh, Philip...

there's something that I've
been meaning to say to you.

Yeah?

I know that you and I
have had our differences,

but today, of all days,

I... I think we should try
and make a new start...

be friends. It's not
too late for that, is it?

I guess this means
you've read my proposal?

Well, uh, yes, I-I did...

And pretty darn clever,
I must say.

I don't know anybody
else who's coming out

with rolled and pleated
Naugahyde recliners.

Retro is the way to go
these days.

But, Philip...

my company has built
its reputation

on fine leather furniture,

but I don't want
to discourage you.

Now, you just be patient.

It takes a while

to learn your way
around a new business.

I understand.

Just keep quiet, follow orders.

No, no, not at all.
Listen, Phil...

Whatever.

How about a drink?

It's a little early, isn't it?

Hey, if we're going
to be friends,

then friends drink
together, right?

Okay, I'll have
whatever you're having.

Has Pastor McSwaine arrived yet?

Yeah, he got here
about a half hour ago.

I have a feeling we're going to
have to order more appetizers.

How's the weather?

Philip,
it's Southern California.

Odds are,
it's going to be sunny.

Could you check?

Yep, it's sunny.

You know...

I think I saw something
on the horizon earlier.

I... With El Niño and all,

you just never know anymore.

I'll, I'll look.

Yeah, not a cloud in the sky.

It is gorgeous.

You know, Wayde...

Huh, yeah?

Geez.

I'm sorry, Phil.

Gee, that was all my fault.

I-I'm sorry.
I apologize. Here.

Oh.

No! Morgan, out!

Morgan, down, you stupid dog!

You know, I don't know why

you let that hair ball
in this house.

Well, look at it this way, Phil.

I let you in the
house, didn't I?

And that turned out okay.

Fantastic.

Cindy, you look beautiful.

Phil is one lucky guy.

That's what I keep telling him.

Oh... oh, no.

This would happen to me.

What happened?

$40 for a manicure,

it doesn't even last
for one day.

Well, they don't look chipped.

Trust me... they are.

Please, uh...
would you get me my nail polish?

It's in the kitchen.

You keep your nail polish
in the kitchen?

I eat, I do my nails.

You know how it is.

Your color
is passion pink, right?

There's a bottle there,
on the vanity.

I-I guess I forgot
I had a spare.

You're just stressed.

How about a nice hot cup
of chamomile tea?

That would be great.

Lemon and honey.

Lots of honey.

McSWAINE:
When I was a child,

I spake as a child,

Morgan!

I understood as a child,

Morgan, no!

I thought as a child.

Morgan!

Do you, Cindy
Montgomery Garrett,

take this man as your husband?

Yeah. I mean, yes. I do.

Do you,

Philip Evans Kobler,
take this woman

as your lawfully wedded wife?

Huh?

Yeah! I do.

What God has joined

may no man put asunder.

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

Ow.

Oh, sorry.

That was lovely.

I know. For a
minute there,

I didn't think Philip
was going to make it.

Phil? What about Cindy?

Mark.

Grandpa.

Oh, I'm so glad
you could make it.

Oh, listen,
when I deliver a baby,

it comes with
a lifetime warranty.

Communions,
graduations, weddings,

all included in the package.

So, how have you been?

Great. Been here...
well, almost an hour,

and I haven't tripped
over your dog yet.

You know, he has
been acting very
strange lately.

You'd think he

Oh, honey, I am so proud of you.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Mark.
Thanks, Daddy.

So, how do you feel?

Never better. This is the
happiest day of my life.

Well, then
it's time to celebrate.

Hors d'oeuvres?

Dig in.

They're the cheese thingies
that Denise picked out.

You too, Mark.

Oh.

Well, have some more.
You don't want

to hurt Denise's feelings,
do you?

Two.

Cindy!

Congratulations, man.

Uh... when I get back,
this tray

better be picked clean.

You think she means
the flowers, too?

When were you going to tell me

you spilled Daddy's drink?
On our honeymoon?

It's not a problem, Cindy.

I find that hard to accept.

Congratulations, you two.

Thank you so much
for coming. Thank you.

It's wonderful to see you.

The plan is still valid.

We just need to make
some adjustments.

You're right. Okay, there's more
phenelzine in Denise's purse.

Hi.

Only, she has the wrong purse.

I don't believe this.

Who the hell changes purses

in the middle of a wedding?

Please stay calm...
We'll work through this.

Yeah, just like that bimbo

will work her way
through every dime

of Daddy's money... my money.

Don't worry. They'll both
get what's coming to them.

Nothing's coming to them

because you spilled
Daddy's drink.

Give me that.

We'll get another chance,

maybe after the honeymoon.

No! Now!

Get the phenelzine

out of Denise's gold purse,

dump it in some wine

and give it to Daddy.

We'll have to think it through

a little bit better than that.

Which doesn't mean
that we can't do it now.

Damn. Bleeding again.

Jesse.

Phil. Sorry.

What are you doing here?

You know, the truth is
this house is so big

I kind of got lost
looking for the bathroom.

Oh, uh, straight down the hall.

Third door on your left.

Thanks. Wow!

That's a pretty nasty
cut you got there.

Oh... yeah.

I was slicing cheese
a few minutes ago.

You were slicing cheese
at your own wedding?

Well, you know,
I like to help out.

Ah.

Yeah. Outstanding.

Wayde.

We never did have
that drink, did we?

Oh, no, I guess
we didn't. So...

here's to our future
as a family.

Daddy?

Uh-huh?

May I have this dance?

I'd be honored.

It's not a good idea.

Well, I-I mean,

you can't dance the first dance

until you've finished
the first drink.

It's true, Daddy.
It's tradition.

Well... tradition.

Oh, bottoms up.

Yeah, well...

Oh, now you can dance.

Thank you.

Come on, let's dance.

She looks great.

Enjoy.

I couldn't help noticing you
standing over here all alone.

Which is a real shame.

I don't know too many
of the other guests.

Well, you're a friend
of Wayde's, Cindy's

and now mine, Dr. Bentley.

Or, should I call you Amanda?

Dr. Bentley will do.

Your loss, babe.

Honey, maybe we
should sit this out, huh?

But, Daddy, it's our dance.

Okay, okay.

Is he all right?

No, I think we better
have him take a break.

Daddy?

Where's his inhaler? Quick.

Uh, I don't know.
Denise?

Well, he leaves it everywhere.

I'm not sure.

You're his wife...
How could you not know?!

I'll check the medicine
cabinet upstairs.

I'll find it.

I couldn't find it.

Here. Take it. Go!

Here.

Oh, thank God you found it.

All right, Wayde, deep breath.

Another one.

He's stopped breathing.

I'll manage the airway.
You start C.P.R.

Call 911.

I'm on it.

I'm very sorry.

So, you're officially
calling it a suspicious death?

I'd have to say yes.

It's highly unlikely

that a doctor would prescribe
phenelzine to an asthmatic.

Especially for Wayde Garrett.

I can't imagine
anyone getting him

to take an antidepressant.

Too bad he wasn't
as cautious
with his diet.

I'd say he's a little past
cholesterol worries now.

Well, actually,
his last meal was
downright deadly.

Mmm. The red wine and
dairy products Wayde consumed

guaranteed a fatal reaction
to the albuterol.

His inhaler.

Oh, well, thanks, Amanda.

Sure.

Poor Cindy. I remember
thinking at the time,

what could be worse

than having your father
die at your wedding?

How about finding out
he might have been murdered?

Well, we don't
know that for
sure yet.

Well, we won't till we find out

who slipped Wayde
the phenelzine, and why.

You got it?

Come on. Hurry up.

Okay. The pill bottle
and library card

are in the purse, the rose
petal's on the floor,

the book's on the shelf
and the damn dog's outside.

So relax. You know,
it's a few hitches,

but all in all, went
according to plan.

What if there are more hitches?

What if everything starts
coming apart again?

It won't. We've corrected
all the problems.

Your father is dead.

All the clues
are finally in place.

Now we just wait for Mark Sloan
to stumble on them.

I keep thinking.

Mark has caught
so many murderers.

Yes. Yes, he
has. Dozens.

But did any of them
have a plan like ours?

I can't imagine
anybody having a plan like ours.

I mean, getting Mark
to frame Denise for us.

He will if we guide him to it.

We know all the
questions he's
going to ask,

and we know all
the answers to give.

I've anticipated everything.

Oh, well, I'm feeling
really relieved

knowing that you anticipated
my father spilling his drink

and Denise switching purses.

Cindy, every good plan
is adjustable,

and that's what we've done.

We've made adjustments,

and that's
what we'll keep doing.

Every time Mark Sloan
makes a move,

we simply counter that move.

Like a chess game.

Perfect analogy.

Okay, so, when...
when Mark moves his queen,

we move our...

what do you call that...
that little horse thingie again?

Go hide the purse
in Denise's room.

Now!

And then around 12:15,
I joined poor Wayde here.

He'd poured himself...

Nina!

What are you doing?!

This might be a crime scene!

Uh...

This whole house
might be, actually.

Well, then, someone sure
should have told me.

Have you touched anything
in here?

Can you dust and vacuum
without touching nothing?

Well, until this is over, uh,

let's try not to disturb
anything else, okay?

Fine by me.

Oh, and leave
the vacuum, please.

Who knows what evidence
she's destroyed?

Well, things have a way
of turning up, Philip.

I'm sure we'll find
what we need.

Find what?

What are you looking for?

Uh, Mrs. Garrett,
there's evidence
that your husband

died from a fatal
drug interaction.

That's not possible.

Wayde didn't take drugs
of any kind.

Except his asthma medication.

Well, that's why I need
to ask you a few questions.

Uh, I'd also like permission

to search the premises.

Whatever you need.

I'd like to get
to the bottom of this

as much as you do.

Philip, why don't you go see

how my dad and Cindy are doing?

Sure.

After what happened,

everything seems strange
and out of place.

Oh, I can understand.

But did you notice
anything at all unusual?

Something somebody said or did
that kind of stood out?

After breakfast,
the photographer took pictures

while Denise helped me dress.

Us, too.

Wayde and me.

The photographer
took our pictures

in the living room.

And then... well...

What is it, Cindy?

What, darling?
Tell us.

It could be important.

Well, right in the middle
of everything,

Denise suddenly got weird
about her corsage.

She suddenly had to have it.

It was already 11:30,
but everything had to stop

while she went downstairs
to find it.

That's just Denise.

I don't think I understand.

She was really into the wedding.

She had to micromanage
every detail.

Denise is so strong.

She's been a real champ since...

since it happened.

She's held up
much better than me.

I can't believe
she's not back
on the medication.

I wasn't aware
Denise was on any medication.

A couple years ago,

she had a little...
depression problem.

Will you look at Morgan?

He's still hyperactive.

Shut up, Morgan!

He's been like this
since yesterday.

Something's gotten into him.

Maybe he's mourning his master.

Dogs do that.

You know, on the other hand,
Cindy could be right.

Would you mind if I took
a blood sample from Morgan?

Sure.

Absolutely,
if you think
it'll help.

- Here, Morgan.
- Come here, boy.

That's a countermove?

"Something's gotten into him"?

That's a good doggie.

What if Mark finds phenelzine
in Morgan's blood?

- That's a good boy.
- Come here.

Uh, we adjust the plan?

- I want to talk to you.
- Come here.

Let's go find out
what's got into you, anyway.

Let's go over here.

We're just going to have
a look at you.

It'll be totally painless.

I thought I wasn't
supposed to be smoking.

That part of the plan
can be readjusted.

With everything else
that's gone wrong,

we dropped the whole
quitting business.

We did?

We also forgot
to plant the receipt.

Probably for the best.

We don't need to make things
too complicated.

Number one is means.

Now, Denise checked
out a library book

on prescription drugs.

She says she didn't even have
a library card.

Well, her purse says otherwise.

I also found that bottle
of phenelzine inside it.

You know, phenelzine is not
an over-the-counter drug.

She couldn't have gotten one
without a doctor's prescription.

What about a forged one?

Yeah, this one probably was.

Number two is motivation.

Wayde's will.

Everything, including control

of Cindy's trust fund,
goes to Denise.

And number three,
you've got opportunity.

According to Cindy,

Denise came downstairs
about 11:30

to look for her corsage.

I found that inside
the vacuum cleaner.

From her corsage?

Well, that puts her
in the living room, all right.

According to Philip, Wayde
already had a drink in hand

when he joined him
there. Red wine.

Did Denise mention being there
or pouring Wayde a drink?

No, it's all just
a terrible blur.

And then there's Denise's
instructions to the caterer.

Heavy on the cheese.

Looks like there's only
one conclusion, doesn't there?

Then why do I feel
like I've just come
to the wrong one?

Steve,

why don't you hold off?

And what, tell my captain

that I'm not going
to arrest Denise

despite a mountain of evidence?

That's what bothers me.

A mountain of evidence.

Dad, give me an alternative.

Denise Garrett,

I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder of Wayde Garrett.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be
used against you
in a court of law.

We did it!

So, my love, who
can we kill next?

I'm joking, darling.

Just joking.

I know I'm a cliché.

A walking, talking joke.

Young trophy wife

who snares herself
a rich, older husband.

And then got tired of
waiting for him to die?

No. That was my joke
on everyone else.

I really loved him.

Before we met,
I was so messed up.

I had no life...

I mean, not a life
I want to remember.

I couldn't kill Wayde.

He was everything to me.

He told me once
that if I ever needed help

that I could trust you.

Denise, the problem is

all the evidence implicates you.

I know. I can't explain it.

The book, the phenelzine,

even the inhaler that finally...

I didn't even know
where the inhaler was.

Denise, you gave it to me.

Well, Cindy gave it to me.

She found it in the kitchen.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Listening to a
plea of innocence.

Oh, really?

There's something that hardly
ever happens around here.

Come with me, miss.

Oh, please, Mark,
you've got to believe me.

You're my only hope.

Let's go.

Steve, this case
is puzzling me
more and more.

Well, let me puzzle you
some more.

I just got this fax

from Amanda.

It's the results
of a blood test.

On a dog.

Looks like Morgan

had a good time
at that reception.

His blood was full of alcohol.

And phenelzine.

Wouldn't that knock him
off his feet?

Well, not if he had
a paradoxical reaction

like excitation.

That would explain
why he was hyperactive.

Okay, so,
why did Denise give Morgan

the phenel... whatever?

I don't think she did.

As a matter of fact,

I don't think anybody did,
not intentionally.

I'm afraid
I've got some bad news.

Louis Simonetti, the guy that
got the Compton killer off?

And Danny Pantoliano

and the Euclid Avenue Gang.

How is Denise going to pay him?

I thought the will
was null and void.

Only if she's convicted.

But there's-there's
all that evidence.

Yeah, which is mostly
circumstantial.

Simonetti could tear
this case apart.

But that's not going
to happen, Cindy.

I'm not going to let
her get away with this.

Right, Steve.

We really appreciate that.

What we need is a plan.

A really good plan.

Exactly. That's why I'd like

to go over everything
that happened that day

one more time.

Whatever.

We... we can't let her
get out of jail, right?

Right. Well, first thing,

we all got together
in the kitchen for breakfast.

Uh, and then, uh, Denise
was not in the best of moods,

but I kept it together.

And then I got dressed.

That's when Denise got
worked up about her corsage

and rushed off to find it.

At the same time, I was
in the living room with Wayde.

The photographer
was taking our pictures...

That's it.

Your, uh, wedding photographer

was probably everywhere
that day, right?

Right.

So, maybe we can

use his pictures
to establish a time line

that would incriminate Denise.

I see.

If we can find
a picture of Denise

at some time or place
where she said she wasn't...

We could catch her in a lie.

Could be enough to convict her.

I'm going to pick up
those photos

first thing in the morning.

Oh, and, Phil,

in the meantime,

why don't you get some rest?

You don't look very well.

Huh.

We cannot let him
see those pictures.

I told Jesse I cut my finger

slicing cheese
after the wedding,

but in the pictures taken
before the ceremony,

I had a Band-Aid on my finger.

If Steve and Mark figure out
you lied, they'll wonder why,

and that could lead them
to finding out

how you really cut your finger...
On Denise's corsage.

One more countermove,
and this game's over.

Nice, Philip.

Why not use dynamite

just in case there's somebody
you didn't wake up?

Why don't you keep quiet and
help me find those pictures?

Ah. Over here.

Talk about a disaster.

I wonder what the parents
look like.

Cindy, focus.

We're here for one reason...

To eliminate the
only hard evidence

that we killed your father,

not speculate
on the parents of...

a truly hideous
child. Ugh!

Ah!

Wayde and me by the fireplace.

You're wearing your Band-Aid.

Yea, proof that I lied to Jesse.

And proof that Mark Sloan

will never see.

You could be wrong about that.

This, this is entrapment.

No, actually,
this is a stakeout.

And a very successful

stakeout it was, too.

Thank you for the evidence

to clear Denise
and to arrest you.

For what? Breaking
and entering?

Oh, whoops! Destroying
private property?

Darn, we'll probably get
a slap on the wrist for that.

I was thinking more
along the lines of death row.

You know,
there's still a negative

for that photo somewhere.

You did confess a moment ago.

To eliminate the only hard

evidence that we
killed your father.

How?

Morgan.

The dog?

Mm-hmm.

You see,
there was no reason in the world

for anybody
to give him phenelzine.

That had to be a mistake,
which got me to thinking...

What if this was one of those
perfectly planned murders

where everything goes wrong
but the victim dies anyway?

You anticipated this, right?

Your great master plan

can easily be adjusted

to deal with
any eventuality, right?

Well, adjust this.

I'm turning state's evidence.

Cindy, for once in your airhead
life, shut up!

You know, if there's
any justice in the world...

Those two would have
to share a cell

for the rest of their lives.

Right.