Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 4 - Wrong Number - full transcript
Sloan is tipped off to an abduction when a kidnapper dials the doctor's number by mistake.
Listen, old fella...
why don't you retire, hmm?
Put your feet up and just watch
the rest of the world go by?
How about that?
You're not going to do it,
are you?
You still got it up here,
haven't you?
Yeah, just as sharp as ever,
aren't you?
Never mind.
Hi. Can't come
to the phone right now.
Please leave a message
at the tone.
Yes, hello.
A change in plans.
What? What change of plans?
I need $400,000...
The park by the old oak tree.
4:30 this afternoon,
and come alone
if you ever want to see
your little boy alive.
No, wait a minute.
I... You... Hello?
Hello?
$400,000...
The park by the old oak tree.
4:30 this afternoon,
and come alone
if you ever want to see
your little boy alive.
No, wait a minute.
L.A.P.D. have anything?
No kidnappings reported
within the last week.
Could be the family's
too frightened
to call the police.
You try calling them back?
I tried star 69;
it didn't work.
It's probably a cell phone.
Star 69 doesn't work with them.
Could just be a prank call.
No, that voice was
electronically disguised.
That's too much trouble
for a prank.
Well, if we assume it
was a wrong number...
Then the next step is to find
the right number.
Well, even if we make the
leap that the victim's number
was only one digit
off from yours,
there's millions
of possibilities.
We can't check them all.
Well, Steve, we can't
just drop it.
There must be something
we can do.
Well, I could
cross-reference
a reverse directory
against our
demographic
database.
Well, you know, uh,
narrow it down
to families with small children.
Oh.
That's still going to leave
hundreds of thousands
of numbers to check
before 4:30.
Maybe the FBI can do something.
I know you haven't
got anything yet,
but maybe you could, you know,
make a personal request.
Ron Wagner's in Europe.
Oh, no, Dad.
You know what you're asking?
Look, what if this
is not a prank?
What if we wake up
in the morning,
we read in the paper
a little boy's been killed?
Can't believe I'm doing this.
Thanks.
There haven't been any
reported kidnappings of children
in Southern California
in the last 48 hours.
In fact, nothing in the rest
of the country either.
I didn't think there would be.
So, this is just a social visit?
Just a "Hey, Kathryn,
how are you?
Glad to see you haven't died in
the line of duty" sort of thing?
I'm here as a favor to someone.
I don't owe you anything.
Little less attitude, maybe.
After what you did?
I don't think so.
You know, you weren't
the only person who got hurt.
Well, you should've
thought of that
before you walked up
and introduced yourself.
Let's check the printout
from the database
cross-reference.
It's a prank call, Steve.
I want to believe that.
Well, then why don't you
just let it go,
save the taxpayers a few bucks?
Because wanting to believe
something doesn't make it true.
You taught me that.
Yes, hello.
A change in plans...
Kathryn Wately's printer ran out
of ink halfway through the list.
You know how many
almost-millionaires
with children there are L.A.?
And come alone if you ever want
to see your little boy alive.
What are you doing?
I'm stopping this.
No, there's got to be
something on there.
There's not.
The technician said so.
There's no clock tower,
no train whistle, nothing.
Dad, it's almost 4:00.
It's over.
Maybe we're coming at this
from the wrong direction.
Instead of trying to find out
who the kidnapper meant to call,
why don't we try to find
the ransom drop?
Okay. We're looking for a park
near the old oak tree.
Pick a park.
We've got hundreds
of acres here.
Where's that CD-ROM with
the Yellow Pages on it?
It's in the top
drawer. Why?
Well, if I'm right, we might
just have time to get there.
Okay.
Old oak tree.
He could have said "tavern"
and saved us a lot of time.
Yeah.
Here's the park.
Looks like it's closed.
Whew. Smells like
Mrs. Fogarty's lawn in March.
Yeah. Mrs. Fogarty
used steer manure.
I think the city uses chemicals.
The effects are about
the same, though.
Well, the kidnapper
must have known
that they were going
to fertilize today.
Good drop spot.
The smell will keep
people out of here.
Yeah, no kidding.
There he is.
I'm going to go talk to him.
Oh, no, you're not.
Not till I call in for backup
and set up a perimeter
around this place.
Steve, we're running
out of time.
Well, what are you going to do?
Walk up and say, "Hi.
You called the wrong number.
Take off and try again
tomorrow"?
Well, what else can I do?
He's expecting
somebody, and alone.
All right.
I don't like it.
Go on. I'll cover you.
Excuse me.
Okay, here's your money.
Where's Joey?
I'm not the kidnapper.
What?
They called me by mistake.
I don't have your son.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Get out of here!
They told me to come alone!
He's not with me!
I don't know him!
Oh!
Wait!
I didn't bring him!
I got your money!
Please give me back my son!
He's gone.
So is he.
It's pretty clear-cut.
He died of two gunshot wounds
to the chest.
And I caused it.
These things happen,
Dr. Sloan.
Although, with a law enforcement
professional involved,
it probably shouldn't have.
The dead man is Ted Edelman,
age 35, lives in Brentwood,
makes computer games.
We found $400,000
in his suitcase
and eight dollars in his pocket.
He and his partner created
Curses from Beyond,
the CD-ROM game.
I already sent a team
over to Edelman's house
and... no surprise...
His six-year-old son
disappeared yesterday afternoon.
Well, that gives it
FBI jurisdiction.
So you'll be giving your
preliminary report to me first
and then to the police.
I cannot believe
any of this is happening.
Why don't you go home,
Dr. Sloan?
You've already given us
your statement
and we really don't
need you here anymore.
And, uh, you, on the other hand,
you won't be going anywhere
until I say so.
I take it they know each other?
They met at some seminar
down in Florida.
Steve got involved.
And wishes he hadn't.
No kidding.
The FBI makes
a lousy love connection.
Take it from me.
You got a problem,
let's hear it.
Yeah, a man is dead.
I didn't kill him.
Well, your father feels
responsible. So should you.
I'm not going anywhere.
Except to visit the widow.
You know, I really wish
I didn't need to
use you on this.
You had no problem
using me in Orlando.
I didn't go to that seminar
looking to get involved
with anybody.
It just happened.
Yeah, just like this.
Hey, I didn't create this mess.
Orlando was all you.
Mrs. Edelman?
I'm Agent Wately, FBI.
Lieutenant Steve
Sloan, L.A.P.D.
We're very sorry for your loss.
So, now you're going to tell me
if we'd reported this
when Joey disappeared
my husband would still be alive?
Not at all.
We're just trying
to find out what happened.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Why did the kidnapper
have to kill Ted?
We did everything he wanted.
Mrs. Edelman,
she can't sleep.
It's because she knows
something's wrong, Irene.
It's your job to keep her calm.
Well, I can't.
You're not calm.
I'm not calm, so she isn't.
It's just not calm around here.
No, it's not.
I'm sorry.
Hey, so am I.
Excuse us.
Dad will want to be here.
Well, I'd like to be in Bermuda.
Too bad for both of us.
He feels responsible.
He'd like to do what
he can to make it right.
Come on, Kathryn.
You know, she's going
to learn what he did.
Do you think he can handle that?
You all right?
Well, if you mean Kathryn,
I'll have to get back
to you on that.
Steve, I'm sorry about all this.
Yeah, so am I.
Still no call
from the kidnapper?
No, not yet.
No idea who killed him
or why they did it?
Well, Edelman doesn't seem
to have had any enemies.
His, uh, marriage looked solid
and his business is clean.
I still cannot believe
I got him killed.
You what?
Dr. Sloan, this is
Jason Dalloway,
Ted Edelman's partner,
and this is Cheryl Edelman,
Ted's wife.
Mrs. Edelman,
I'm so sorry.
What do you mean,
you got him killed?
Who are you?
Hello?
What happened last night?
You killed my husband!
I gave explicit orders.
One man, one suitcase of money.
Look, it's not her fault.
It's mine. I'm the one
that came to the park.
I-I brought the police into it.
If anybody's to blame,
it's me, just...
don't hurt the little boy.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the one you called
by mistake.
I don't care what went wrong.
All I know is that
I don't have my money.
I'll give you one more chance.
I want a million-five,
gray Granitek suitcase,
model number 337.
No tracking devices.
I got scanners
that'll pick up anything.
I'll call back in four hours
to tell you where,
and come alone.
Forget it. Mrs. Edelman
isn't going anywhere.
Oh, don't tell me... cop or FBI?
Police. You want your money,
I'll deliver it.
One man, one suitcase.
Get it right this time
or the kid dies.
He killed Ted because of you.
Mrs. Edelman,
let me explain that.
You can't.
Dad...
She's right.
It was a cell phone call,
so best they could do
is triangulate an area between
Van Nuys and Ventura Boulevard.
He could be on the 405.
He could be on the 134
going in any direction.
I can get the money.
I helped Ted put together
the $400,000 yesterday.
I'll get the rest of it.
We don't need to use
real cash, Mr. Dalloway.
We'll just arrest the kidnapper
when he picks up the money.
And if you don't?
If they get away
with the suitcase
and realize they've
been tricked,
does Joey die, too?
No, Mr. Dalloway, he does not.
Well, your guarantee's not worth
a hell of a lot, now, is it?
Lieutenant, can I
talk to you outside?
You are not running
this operation!
What was I supposed to do,
put him on hold?
You just broke protocol.
"Stay flexible during
hostage situations."
Isn't that what they
taught us at that seminar?
I am not going through this
with you about Orlando.
Let's just forget
that that ever happened.
Well, obviously, you can't.
Well, I wish that
I never let it happen.
Look, if you told me you were
married, it wouldn't have.
My marriage was over.
Not until you arranged
to have him walk in on us.
That was an accident.
I didn't plan that.
Oh, really?
Why did you always insist
on going back to your room,
never mine?
I-I'm sorry.
Okay? I...
I just... I never expected
to care about you
the way that I did.
I'm sorry it didn't turn out
the way you planned.
Is your guy getting this?
He better be.
You're only eight feet away.
The real trick's going to be
when you're
about a half mile away.
My gosh. A camera
that fits on a baseball cap.
Uncle Sam really does
have neat toys.
Sometimes they even work.
That's a lot of money.
$1.5 million.
You sure got it fast.
It helps when you're the boss.
Well, I'm sure Mrs. Edelman
appreciates it.
You want to go check
on the mobile units?
Mr. Dalloway...
If you're going to
apologize for Ted again,
don't.
All I care about now is
getting Joey back safely.
You have to understand.
I've known Ted since we were 13
making up computer programs
using punch cards.
You got good at it.
Yeah, we did.
You know, it must have been
difficult for you to decide
to sell out
to Triskellion Software.
Triskellion made us a
good offer and it would...
How did you know about that?
Uh, newspaper clippings
on the refrigerator.
Joey liked seeing his
father's name in the paper.
Ted thought we could pressure
Triskellion into a better deal
if we put out enough
publicity about our stuff.
If I'd have known
it was going to attract
some lunatic kidnapper,
I would have...
You all right?
Oh... yeah.
I kind of lost my breath
for a second.
Probably stress, huh?
Yeah, I think all of us feel it.
Sit down a minute.
I'll... I'll be glad
when this is all over.
Hmm...
We all will.
And test, one, two.
Test, test, one, two.
I read you loud and clear.
That's it.
Thank you.
I lost my temper.
You had good reason.
It's just...
computer code I understand.
This, I don't.
I had to yell at somebody.
I'm the right one to yell at.
I also wanted to tell you
that...
whatever happened
in the park with Ted...
I know you were just trying
to help find my son.
Most people wouldn't
have even bothered.
I appreciate that.
I just should have found
a better way to...
I am so sorry.
I believe that. It helps.
We never really
got used to all this.
All we ever really wanted
was to write
our silly computer games.
Money just happened.
It made things weird.
You know, I never did get past
those translucent
demons of yours.
They weren't so translucent
in the beta version.
They kept turning into doors
and pillars and frogs.
I kind of wish
we'd never gotten
the bugs worked out.
Hello?
Tell the delivery boy
to go to Olympic and Highland.
Dump the car
and find the phone booth.
He's got to be kidding.
I guess he's not.
Wish me luck.
Don't worry. We'll have
a mobile unit with him
a half block away
wherever he goes.
Can you see this?
No, not really.
"For helping to fight crime,
this phone does not take
incoming calls."
Interesting. How is he
supposed to call you?
He isn't.
If this tells me to run
to another phone booth
two blocks from here,
I'm quitting.
Well, don't quit yet.
It looks like he's got
a sense of humor.
Steve.
Right, right. Sorry.
Love these cards.
There's a phone booth
at Eighth and McCadden.
Be there now.
Oh, there's a lighter
in the envelope.
Do the Mission: Impossible thing
on the card.
What the hell is that?
The card has a microchip so you
can record a personal greeting.
A lot of card shops have them.
Jim, I want a check
of every greeting card store
in the L.A. area, okay?
See who's bought one of those
things in the last four hours.
Steve, you better get going.
We don't know what kind of
time frame this guy is on.
Well, I hope it's a slow one.
You know how heavy
this thing is?
Oh, and Steve?
Burn that card, because
we don't know if he's watching.
This guy's going to spend
all his ransom money
on cards.
What is this, the tenth?
No, this is the 11th.
Drop the bag
in that wire trash bin
the other side of the monument.
Walk back here
to the phone booth.
Burn the card.
Yeah, card. Yeah.
Kathryn, did you get that?
I did.
Tell the mobile units
to move up.
Jason, are you all right?
I will be.
Try a trace.
Just a test.
Go get the bag. Next stop:
Dockweiler and West,
south of the bandshell.
Move.
I'm going to kill this guy.
Didn't happen to get
a trace on that, did you?
No. Cell phone.
On second thought,
I'm going to kill the guy
who invented cell phones.
Put the bag on the bench
and leave.
We'll let you know where to find
the kid once we check the money.
Burn the card.
My pleasure.
Mobile unit, move in.
All units, set perimeter.
Steve, you all right?
Yeah, except I think my arms
have stretched out a few inches.
How's that?
That's perfect.
You don't think he's going
to try and get it
before we have a chance
to set up a perimeter?
Well, he better hurry.
He's got about 30 seconds
or he's going to be too late.
Steve, go back
and open that suitcase.
What?
What are you talking about?
Something is wrong.
Something is wrong.
We have to check.
No, Steve. Wait.
The last time you interfered
in this, a man died.
If Steve goes back
to that bench right now,
he could be next.
I don't think that kidnapper's
anywhere near that park.
What you think is irrelevant.
This is an FBI operation.
If someone was going to come
and get that bag,
they would have
been there by now.
- Not necessarily, okay?
- We are going to
follow protocol in this case,
or we may not get that
little boy back.
Please, Dr. Sloan.
Steve, what are you doing?!
No, Dad's right.
There's no reason
why he wouldn't have
picked it up by now.
Get away from there, Lieutenant.
Jason?
Somebody, help me.
Call 911. He's
barely breathing.
Do it.
I don't believe it.
Where the hell is the money?
They had to have switched
the suitcases someplace.
Dad gets a wrong number
from a kidnapper,
and someone ends up dead.
I end up running around
trying to deliver
the ransom money for two hours,
and I end up with a suitcase
full of newspaper.
And very sore shoulders.
I know a very good masseuse.
They're not that sore.
You know, anger stops
being useful after a while?
It all depends what
you're using it for.
Like trying to avoid somebody?
I just can't believe
that I missed the
ransom being switched.
Okay, well, we all miss
things sometimes.
We just have to figure out
where to go next
but without being angry
about it.
Yeah, I guess we do.
Hey, Dad.
Hi.
Uh, you talked to, uh, Jesse?
Uh, yeah. He said
Dalloway didn't have
a heart attack or a stroke.
And he's going to
do some more tests,
but he thinks he's
going to be fine.
Oh, oh, wait. Right there.
This is the only place
that the suitcase
was out of your possession.
That's got to be it.
Uh, I hate to disagree
with an FBI agent...
Oh? Since when?
May I?
Look at this.
Steve puts the suitcase
in the basket.
Phone rings, runs over to it,
picks it up, listens
for a few seconds...
Looks right back at the basket.
That didn't take ten seconds.
Not enough time
to make a switch.
Unless... maybe
the transporters were energizing
faster than normal.
What? Do you guys have
a better explanation?
I... might
have an idea.
Is the newspaper still in here?
Yeah. We put them back
right after we dusted them.
Okay, now if we can
just maybe get
a break for a change here.
I think I know what happened.
How you feeling, Mr. Dalloway?
Mm...
better.
This thing makes my face sweat.
Well, it certainly
beats fainting.
You got that right.
So is it stress?
You know,
we're not entirely sure.
We know what happened.
We just don't know
why it happened.
That doesn't sound so good.
Well, you have
methemoglobinemia.
Your blood cells
aren't getting enough oxygen
as they pass through your lungs,
which means that
your brain isn't getting
enough oxygen, so you faint.
But you don't know why.
It's usually from exposure
to toxic chemicals,
but you said
you weren't around any.
No, the only thing toxic
I deal with
are some of the games
Ted and I dream up.
Oh, hey. A, uh...
messenger hand-delivered
this a little while ago.
Huh.
Those bloodsuckers.
One of your games crash?
No.
Triskellion Software's
been trying to buy
me and Ted out
for a couple of months,
and they choose today
to send me the legal documents.
Don't they know
what's going on here?
That's, uh... pretty cold.
Yeah, Cheryl said they were.
I think she was right.
I can't tell her about this.
What are you going to do,
back out of the deal?
We're just a bunch
of computer geeks,
the three of us,
staying up all night
writing code, living
on pizza and sodas.
We just wanted Triskellion
to handle the business side
so we could do the fun stuff.
I mean, that hasn't changed.
But I'll tell you what.
They want us that bad,
they can damn well wait a while.
You may want to breathe.
Oh, thanks.
Here's one of the newspapers
we found in the suitcase.
It's from two days ago.
An article's been cut out.
Uh-huh.
This one right here.
The newspapers came from here?
Probably the recycle bin
on your back porch.
I don't understand.
Irene, get the baby!
Lieutenant Sloan
didn't lose the money.
He never had it.
It was switched before
I even left the house.
Oh, no.
It's okay. It's okay.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
It's okay.
What's Irene's last name?
Meredith.
Look, this is Sloan.
I need an APB on an
Irene Meredith, approximately
20 years old.
Irene couldn't have done this.
Joey trusts her.
That's why it worked.
I assume this belongs to Irene.
God, I never noticed.
That's why the
kidnapper asked for
a specific bag.
It had to match
the one Irene had.
When was the last time
you saw her?
She was taking out the trash.
She must have transferred
the money to a garbage bag.
And then just took out the
trash and kept on going.
Question is:
Where did she go?
Well, she was
taking tetracycline
prescribed by a doctor
in Falling Springs.
That's up near Mount Wilson.
There are a lot of
places to hide up there.
Good place to hold
a kidnap victim.
I hope you're right
about this, Dr. Sloan.
Oh, don't worry about it.
My son and Agent Wately
are very good at what they do.
They'll find Joey.
Okay, notify me when
you're in position.
Your people ready?
Almost.
Don't you think
it's a little premature
to bring along
a medical examiner?
I've been known
to look after live patients
from time to time,
and I want to make sure
Joey's all right.
I'm sorry. I'm just a little
tired of surprises on this one.
It's okay.
Shouldn't we call Mark and
let him know what's going on?
I tried. There's no
cellular service up here.
You sure you found
the right place?
Yeah, the doctor from Falling
Springs remembered Irene
because they don't get a lot
of Lyme disease up here,
so it took a couple of visits
before he figured out
what she had
and then prescribe
the tetracycline.
The cabin was the only
address she'd give.
She was afraid Mrs. Edelman
was gonna find out she was sick.
Well, she can't own that house.
Au pairs don't make
that kind of money.
It belongs to a Russell Spinks,
former electrical engineer
who, uh, renounced electricity.
Are you kidding?
He's the one that took
Irene to the doctor.
We also got a positive I.D.
on Spinks
from a couple
of the greeting card stores.
So he's been holding Joey
in his own house.
All units in position.
Okay.
Okay, we're... we're set.
Let's go.
All right, on my mark.
One...
two...
three.
Freeze! FBI!
Right there.
Don't move.
Get your hands up.
Where's the boy?
Hold it.
I'm Amanda. You must be Joey.
Are you okay?
I know it's very hot
in here, and you
probably want to get out of here
and get something really cold,
like some ice cream, right?
I'm sick of ice cream.
That's all he had
when we got here,
and he wouldn't go get
anything else...
Not for a whole day.
Not even any hot dogs?
Nope.
Oh, that's terrible.
Mm-hmm. Can I please
go home now?
You bet you can. Let's go.
Ah, hell.
Stay down.
What's the matter with you?
Ever since I've had this badge,
I've made more tackles
than Dick Butkus.
You're under arrest
for murder and kidnapping.
No. No, I didn't do that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, no, no.
Okay, I took the kid,
but I didn't kill anybody.
I didn't.
Joey!
Mommy!
It's okay.
Thank you.
Where's Dad?
Let's go home, okay?
Okay.
Thank your father for me.
I'll go tell Mark what happened.
You ready to go?
Mm-hmm.
As soon as we get
those two processed...
We can finally get some sleep.
We are pretty good
at keeping each other awake.
We were.
You know, I, um...
I lied to you before
about not intending
to get involved with anybody
at that seminar.
I figured that out.
My marriage was such a mistake,
and it was over.
Why didn't you just
level with him?
I guess I was just
better at acting out.
Oh, I figured that one out, too.
Oh, now, come on.
Our six days
and 23 hours together
were pretty darn good.
If you call sleep deprivation
entertaining.
I hear a compliment
in there somewhere.
Well, don't take it seriously.
You know, things didn't work out
exactly like I planned, either.
I didn't kill him.
I did not kill Edelman.
I don't know who that was
at the park.
That's right.
He didn't kill Mr. Edelman.
You were there?
No.
But Russell hates guns.
So what? That
doesn't mean
he wouldn't use one
to solve his problems.
Aren't you listening?
I don't even own a slingshot.
I didn't kill him.
That's not what you said
on the phone this morning.
That's because I
didn't have a chance.
This entire thing
has just gone crazy.
Starting with the kidnapping
of a six-year-old boy.
Well, that's as far as it
was supposed to go.
So, what did happen at the park?
I don't know.
Listen, I got there early,
about 4:30.
Edelman was already there,
and so were you.
What do you mean, early?
You were supposed
to be there at 4:30.
No.
I told Edelman to be there
at 5:00 with the money.
I wanted to get there early
just to scope it out.
I'm so sorry
Mr. Edelman's dead,
but they had so much money.
They could always make more.
Get these two geniuses
out of here, please.
I think we did
pretty good work here.
Yeah.
You don't sound as delighted
as I thought you might.
There's something off
about this.
Okay, I'm listening.
What, you're not going
to give me an argument?
Steve...
All right, Spinks says
that he told Edelman
to be there at 5:00, all right?
Yeah, so?
So, whoever called my father
told him to be there at 4:30.
So, why the two deadlines?
I think we arrested
the kidnappers, all right.
But I don't think they killed
that little boy's father.
Joey was a little dehydrated,
but otherwise he's perfect.
Good. Thanks for
coming by to tell me.
It was no bother.
I would have called you
from the cabin
if there had been
cellular service.
Spinks didn't even
have a telephone.
I think it was a moral issue.
That doesn't make sense.
No. He doesn't.
No, I mean he doesn't
make any sense,
but I meant...
you said Joey was upset
because he only had ice cream
to eat that first day?
I figured Spinks
didn't want to leave
to get anything else.
Well, if he didn't leave the
house and there was no phone,
he couldn't have called me
yesterday morning.
Well, who did?
Another kidnapper?
I don't think so.
Spinks and Irene Meredith
were just interested
in the money,
and killing Edelman wouldn't
have gotten them any more.
Ted Edelman's death
was not a mistake.
Somebody wanted it to look like
the kidnappers did it.
And lead us
in the wrong direction.
Someone stood
to gain a lot by his death.
It had to be somebody
who knew about the kidnapping
who was willing to take
advantage of the situation
and who smelled that money.
Did you do a preliminary autopsy
on Edelman?
Yes, but there wasn't
anything remarkable.
He died from two gunshot wounds
to the chest.
I did discover some fertilizer
on his hands and face.
Probably on his clothes, too?
His, mine, anybody that was
in the park that afternoon.
Including the killer.
That's the answer.
It's been right in front of me
the whole time.
Mr. Dalloway,
good to see you
feeling well enough to go home.
You gave us quite a scare.
I just wish I knew
why I got sick
so I could avoid it next time.
Just stay away
from recently fertilized parks.
You'll do fine.
We're going to run
some more tests
on your blood,
but my guess is that
we'll find traces
of the chemical
used in industrial fertilizers
which you got on you
when you killed Ted.
Dad!
You all right?
Yeah. Go!
I hate hospital food.
Get out of here!
What are you doing?!
There he goes.
Come on.
Well, this ought to help.
Does it always hurt this much?
Always.
Bruising?
Yeah, but you get used to it.
I, uh, talked to Cheryl Edelman.
Turns out Ted was having second
thoughts about selling out.
He was afraid he'd be
forced to give up
the rights to his own games.
Yeah. I kind of thought so.
Ted just wanted a comfortable
place to invent games
and, of course, that meant
keeping the company small.
But Dalloway just couldn't
resist all that money.
He was the one
that called me, you know.
He knew I would be intrigued.
I wouldn't quit until I
tracked down that ransom drop...
making me the perfect witness
and the fall guy.
I think the voice analysis
of that answering machine tape
will prove that.
Uh, would you
excuse me a minute?
Yeah.
You know, I always
wondered why no one
ever did that to you before.
What?!
I didn't say anything.
Kathryn.
They're admitting Dalloway
until he's well enough
to go to jail.
Mm-hmm. I already
arranged for a
guard detail.
Good.
So, I guess that's it.
Uh, no.
It's not.
I just want to know one thing.
When we were in Orlando...
Would you stop with Orlando!
I am so sick
of talking about Orlando!
Yeah, me, too.
Uh... now, see,
I thought we were
getting along really well.
We're getting past this.
We're working together
and thinking like a team...
Yeah. That's right,
but, uh...
And, obviously, you need
a little more of an explanation.
You need me to grovel.
Oh, I think
groveling may be
just a little too...
Just a straightforward,
apologetic "I'm sorry"...
I am sorry for you and me
and... I'm sorry
for everything.
That may be going
a little too far.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry... really.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Okay?
So, maybe I should
just go back to my office
and you should just
go back to your office
and we should just forget
Orlando ever happened.
No.
No?
Are you really divorced?
I've being carrying
my divorce decree
around in my pocket for two days
in case you asked.
Want to see it?
Uh...
yes.
Uh, no.
I, uh...
maybe later.
Later.
Like later,
as in here later or later
as in after dinner...
someplace?
Don't push it.
why don't you retire, hmm?
Put your feet up and just watch
the rest of the world go by?
How about that?
You're not going to do it,
are you?
You still got it up here,
haven't you?
Yeah, just as sharp as ever,
aren't you?
Never mind.
Hi. Can't come
to the phone right now.
Please leave a message
at the tone.
Yes, hello.
A change in plans.
What? What change of plans?
I need $400,000...
The park by the old oak tree.
4:30 this afternoon,
and come alone
if you ever want to see
your little boy alive.
No, wait a minute.
I... You... Hello?
Hello?
$400,000...
The park by the old oak tree.
4:30 this afternoon,
and come alone
if you ever want to see
your little boy alive.
No, wait a minute.
L.A.P.D. have anything?
No kidnappings reported
within the last week.
Could be the family's
too frightened
to call the police.
You try calling them back?
I tried star 69;
it didn't work.
It's probably a cell phone.
Star 69 doesn't work with them.
Could just be a prank call.
No, that voice was
electronically disguised.
That's too much trouble
for a prank.
Well, if we assume it
was a wrong number...
Then the next step is to find
the right number.
Well, even if we make the
leap that the victim's number
was only one digit
off from yours,
there's millions
of possibilities.
We can't check them all.
Well, Steve, we can't
just drop it.
There must be something
we can do.
Well, I could
cross-reference
a reverse directory
against our
demographic
database.
Well, you know, uh,
narrow it down
to families with small children.
Oh.
That's still going to leave
hundreds of thousands
of numbers to check
before 4:30.
Maybe the FBI can do something.
I know you haven't
got anything yet,
but maybe you could, you know,
make a personal request.
Ron Wagner's in Europe.
Oh, no, Dad.
You know what you're asking?
Look, what if this
is not a prank?
What if we wake up
in the morning,
we read in the paper
a little boy's been killed?
Can't believe I'm doing this.
Thanks.
There haven't been any
reported kidnappings of children
in Southern California
in the last 48 hours.
In fact, nothing in the rest
of the country either.
I didn't think there would be.
So, this is just a social visit?
Just a "Hey, Kathryn,
how are you?
Glad to see you haven't died in
the line of duty" sort of thing?
I'm here as a favor to someone.
I don't owe you anything.
Little less attitude, maybe.
After what you did?
I don't think so.
You know, you weren't
the only person who got hurt.
Well, you should've
thought of that
before you walked up
and introduced yourself.
Let's check the printout
from the database
cross-reference.
It's a prank call, Steve.
I want to believe that.
Well, then why don't you
just let it go,
save the taxpayers a few bucks?
Because wanting to believe
something doesn't make it true.
You taught me that.
Yes, hello.
A change in plans...
Kathryn Wately's printer ran out
of ink halfway through the list.
You know how many
almost-millionaires
with children there are L.A.?
And come alone if you ever want
to see your little boy alive.
What are you doing?
I'm stopping this.
No, there's got to be
something on there.
There's not.
The technician said so.
There's no clock tower,
no train whistle, nothing.
Dad, it's almost 4:00.
It's over.
Maybe we're coming at this
from the wrong direction.
Instead of trying to find out
who the kidnapper meant to call,
why don't we try to find
the ransom drop?
Okay. We're looking for a park
near the old oak tree.
Pick a park.
We've got hundreds
of acres here.
Where's that CD-ROM with
the Yellow Pages on it?
It's in the top
drawer. Why?
Well, if I'm right, we might
just have time to get there.
Okay.
Old oak tree.
He could have said "tavern"
and saved us a lot of time.
Yeah.
Here's the park.
Looks like it's closed.
Whew. Smells like
Mrs. Fogarty's lawn in March.
Yeah. Mrs. Fogarty
used steer manure.
I think the city uses chemicals.
The effects are about
the same, though.
Well, the kidnapper
must have known
that they were going
to fertilize today.
Good drop spot.
The smell will keep
people out of here.
Yeah, no kidding.
There he is.
I'm going to go talk to him.
Oh, no, you're not.
Not till I call in for backup
and set up a perimeter
around this place.
Steve, we're running
out of time.
Well, what are you going to do?
Walk up and say, "Hi.
You called the wrong number.
Take off and try again
tomorrow"?
Well, what else can I do?
He's expecting
somebody, and alone.
All right.
I don't like it.
Go on. I'll cover you.
Excuse me.
Okay, here's your money.
Where's Joey?
I'm not the kidnapper.
What?
They called me by mistake.
I don't have your son.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Get out of here!
They told me to come alone!
He's not with me!
I don't know him!
Oh!
Wait!
I didn't bring him!
I got your money!
Please give me back my son!
He's gone.
So is he.
It's pretty clear-cut.
He died of two gunshot wounds
to the chest.
And I caused it.
These things happen,
Dr. Sloan.
Although, with a law enforcement
professional involved,
it probably shouldn't have.
The dead man is Ted Edelman,
age 35, lives in Brentwood,
makes computer games.
We found $400,000
in his suitcase
and eight dollars in his pocket.
He and his partner created
Curses from Beyond,
the CD-ROM game.
I already sent a team
over to Edelman's house
and... no surprise...
His six-year-old son
disappeared yesterday afternoon.
Well, that gives it
FBI jurisdiction.
So you'll be giving your
preliminary report to me first
and then to the police.
I cannot believe
any of this is happening.
Why don't you go home,
Dr. Sloan?
You've already given us
your statement
and we really don't
need you here anymore.
And, uh, you, on the other hand,
you won't be going anywhere
until I say so.
I take it they know each other?
They met at some seminar
down in Florida.
Steve got involved.
And wishes he hadn't.
No kidding.
The FBI makes
a lousy love connection.
Take it from me.
You got a problem,
let's hear it.
Yeah, a man is dead.
I didn't kill him.
Well, your father feels
responsible. So should you.
I'm not going anywhere.
Except to visit the widow.
You know, I really wish
I didn't need to
use you on this.
You had no problem
using me in Orlando.
I didn't go to that seminar
looking to get involved
with anybody.
It just happened.
Yeah, just like this.
Hey, I didn't create this mess.
Orlando was all you.
Mrs. Edelman?
I'm Agent Wately, FBI.
Lieutenant Steve
Sloan, L.A.P.D.
We're very sorry for your loss.
So, now you're going to tell me
if we'd reported this
when Joey disappeared
my husband would still be alive?
Not at all.
We're just trying
to find out what happened.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Why did the kidnapper
have to kill Ted?
We did everything he wanted.
Mrs. Edelman,
she can't sleep.
It's because she knows
something's wrong, Irene.
It's your job to keep her calm.
Well, I can't.
You're not calm.
I'm not calm, so she isn't.
It's just not calm around here.
No, it's not.
I'm sorry.
Hey, so am I.
Excuse us.
Dad will want to be here.
Well, I'd like to be in Bermuda.
Too bad for both of us.
He feels responsible.
He'd like to do what
he can to make it right.
Come on, Kathryn.
You know, she's going
to learn what he did.
Do you think he can handle that?
You all right?
Well, if you mean Kathryn,
I'll have to get back
to you on that.
Steve, I'm sorry about all this.
Yeah, so am I.
Still no call
from the kidnapper?
No, not yet.
No idea who killed him
or why they did it?
Well, Edelman doesn't seem
to have had any enemies.
His, uh, marriage looked solid
and his business is clean.
I still cannot believe
I got him killed.
You what?
Dr. Sloan, this is
Jason Dalloway,
Ted Edelman's partner,
and this is Cheryl Edelman,
Ted's wife.
Mrs. Edelman,
I'm so sorry.
What do you mean,
you got him killed?
Who are you?
Hello?
What happened last night?
You killed my husband!
I gave explicit orders.
One man, one suitcase of money.
Look, it's not her fault.
It's mine. I'm the one
that came to the park.
I-I brought the police into it.
If anybody's to blame,
it's me, just...
don't hurt the little boy.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the one you called
by mistake.
I don't care what went wrong.
All I know is that
I don't have my money.
I'll give you one more chance.
I want a million-five,
gray Granitek suitcase,
model number 337.
No tracking devices.
I got scanners
that'll pick up anything.
I'll call back in four hours
to tell you where,
and come alone.
Forget it. Mrs. Edelman
isn't going anywhere.
Oh, don't tell me... cop or FBI?
Police. You want your money,
I'll deliver it.
One man, one suitcase.
Get it right this time
or the kid dies.
He killed Ted because of you.
Mrs. Edelman,
let me explain that.
You can't.
Dad...
She's right.
It was a cell phone call,
so best they could do
is triangulate an area between
Van Nuys and Ventura Boulevard.
He could be on the 405.
He could be on the 134
going in any direction.
I can get the money.
I helped Ted put together
the $400,000 yesterday.
I'll get the rest of it.
We don't need to use
real cash, Mr. Dalloway.
We'll just arrest the kidnapper
when he picks up the money.
And if you don't?
If they get away
with the suitcase
and realize they've
been tricked,
does Joey die, too?
No, Mr. Dalloway, he does not.
Well, your guarantee's not worth
a hell of a lot, now, is it?
Lieutenant, can I
talk to you outside?
You are not running
this operation!
What was I supposed to do,
put him on hold?
You just broke protocol.
"Stay flexible during
hostage situations."
Isn't that what they
taught us at that seminar?
I am not going through this
with you about Orlando.
Let's just forget
that that ever happened.
Well, obviously, you can't.
Well, I wish that
I never let it happen.
Look, if you told me you were
married, it wouldn't have.
My marriage was over.
Not until you arranged
to have him walk in on us.
That was an accident.
I didn't plan that.
Oh, really?
Why did you always insist
on going back to your room,
never mine?
I-I'm sorry.
Okay? I...
I just... I never expected
to care about you
the way that I did.
I'm sorry it didn't turn out
the way you planned.
Is your guy getting this?
He better be.
You're only eight feet away.
The real trick's going to be
when you're
about a half mile away.
My gosh. A camera
that fits on a baseball cap.
Uncle Sam really does
have neat toys.
Sometimes they even work.
That's a lot of money.
$1.5 million.
You sure got it fast.
It helps when you're the boss.
Well, I'm sure Mrs. Edelman
appreciates it.
You want to go check
on the mobile units?
Mr. Dalloway...
If you're going to
apologize for Ted again,
don't.
All I care about now is
getting Joey back safely.
You have to understand.
I've known Ted since we were 13
making up computer programs
using punch cards.
You got good at it.
Yeah, we did.
You know, it must have been
difficult for you to decide
to sell out
to Triskellion Software.
Triskellion made us a
good offer and it would...
How did you know about that?
Uh, newspaper clippings
on the refrigerator.
Joey liked seeing his
father's name in the paper.
Ted thought we could pressure
Triskellion into a better deal
if we put out enough
publicity about our stuff.
If I'd have known
it was going to attract
some lunatic kidnapper,
I would have...
You all right?
Oh... yeah.
I kind of lost my breath
for a second.
Probably stress, huh?
Yeah, I think all of us feel it.
Sit down a minute.
I'll... I'll be glad
when this is all over.
Hmm...
We all will.
And test, one, two.
Test, test, one, two.
I read you loud and clear.
That's it.
Thank you.
I lost my temper.
You had good reason.
It's just...
computer code I understand.
This, I don't.
I had to yell at somebody.
I'm the right one to yell at.
I also wanted to tell you
that...
whatever happened
in the park with Ted...
I know you were just trying
to help find my son.
Most people wouldn't
have even bothered.
I appreciate that.
I just should have found
a better way to...
I am so sorry.
I believe that. It helps.
We never really
got used to all this.
All we ever really wanted
was to write
our silly computer games.
Money just happened.
It made things weird.
You know, I never did get past
those translucent
demons of yours.
They weren't so translucent
in the beta version.
They kept turning into doors
and pillars and frogs.
I kind of wish
we'd never gotten
the bugs worked out.
Hello?
Tell the delivery boy
to go to Olympic and Highland.
Dump the car
and find the phone booth.
He's got to be kidding.
I guess he's not.
Wish me luck.
Don't worry. We'll have
a mobile unit with him
a half block away
wherever he goes.
Can you see this?
No, not really.
"For helping to fight crime,
this phone does not take
incoming calls."
Interesting. How is he
supposed to call you?
He isn't.
If this tells me to run
to another phone booth
two blocks from here,
I'm quitting.
Well, don't quit yet.
It looks like he's got
a sense of humor.
Steve.
Right, right. Sorry.
Love these cards.
There's a phone booth
at Eighth and McCadden.
Be there now.
Oh, there's a lighter
in the envelope.
Do the Mission: Impossible thing
on the card.
What the hell is that?
The card has a microchip so you
can record a personal greeting.
A lot of card shops have them.
Jim, I want a check
of every greeting card store
in the L.A. area, okay?
See who's bought one of those
things in the last four hours.
Steve, you better get going.
We don't know what kind of
time frame this guy is on.
Well, I hope it's a slow one.
You know how heavy
this thing is?
Oh, and Steve?
Burn that card, because
we don't know if he's watching.
This guy's going to spend
all his ransom money
on cards.
What is this, the tenth?
No, this is the 11th.
Drop the bag
in that wire trash bin
the other side of the monument.
Walk back here
to the phone booth.
Burn the card.
Yeah, card. Yeah.
Kathryn, did you get that?
I did.
Tell the mobile units
to move up.
Jason, are you all right?
I will be.
Try a trace.
Just a test.
Go get the bag. Next stop:
Dockweiler and West,
south of the bandshell.
Move.
I'm going to kill this guy.
Didn't happen to get
a trace on that, did you?
No. Cell phone.
On second thought,
I'm going to kill the guy
who invented cell phones.
Put the bag on the bench
and leave.
We'll let you know where to find
the kid once we check the money.
Burn the card.
My pleasure.
Mobile unit, move in.
All units, set perimeter.
Steve, you all right?
Yeah, except I think my arms
have stretched out a few inches.
How's that?
That's perfect.
You don't think he's going
to try and get it
before we have a chance
to set up a perimeter?
Well, he better hurry.
He's got about 30 seconds
or he's going to be too late.
Steve, go back
and open that suitcase.
What?
What are you talking about?
Something is wrong.
Something is wrong.
We have to check.
No, Steve. Wait.
The last time you interfered
in this, a man died.
If Steve goes back
to that bench right now,
he could be next.
I don't think that kidnapper's
anywhere near that park.
What you think is irrelevant.
This is an FBI operation.
If someone was going to come
and get that bag,
they would have
been there by now.
- Not necessarily, okay?
- We are going to
follow protocol in this case,
or we may not get that
little boy back.
Please, Dr. Sloan.
Steve, what are you doing?!
No, Dad's right.
There's no reason
why he wouldn't have
picked it up by now.
Get away from there, Lieutenant.
Jason?
Somebody, help me.
Call 911. He's
barely breathing.
Do it.
I don't believe it.
Where the hell is the money?
They had to have switched
the suitcases someplace.
Dad gets a wrong number
from a kidnapper,
and someone ends up dead.
I end up running around
trying to deliver
the ransom money for two hours,
and I end up with a suitcase
full of newspaper.
And very sore shoulders.
I know a very good masseuse.
They're not that sore.
You know, anger stops
being useful after a while?
It all depends what
you're using it for.
Like trying to avoid somebody?
I just can't believe
that I missed the
ransom being switched.
Okay, well, we all miss
things sometimes.
We just have to figure out
where to go next
but without being angry
about it.
Yeah, I guess we do.
Hey, Dad.
Hi.
Uh, you talked to, uh, Jesse?
Uh, yeah. He said
Dalloway didn't have
a heart attack or a stroke.
And he's going to
do some more tests,
but he thinks he's
going to be fine.
Oh, oh, wait. Right there.
This is the only place
that the suitcase
was out of your possession.
That's got to be it.
Uh, I hate to disagree
with an FBI agent...
Oh? Since when?
May I?
Look at this.
Steve puts the suitcase
in the basket.
Phone rings, runs over to it,
picks it up, listens
for a few seconds...
Looks right back at the basket.
That didn't take ten seconds.
Not enough time
to make a switch.
Unless... maybe
the transporters were energizing
faster than normal.
What? Do you guys have
a better explanation?
I... might
have an idea.
Is the newspaper still in here?
Yeah. We put them back
right after we dusted them.
Okay, now if we can
just maybe get
a break for a change here.
I think I know what happened.
How you feeling, Mr. Dalloway?
Mm...
better.
This thing makes my face sweat.
Well, it certainly
beats fainting.
You got that right.
So is it stress?
You know,
we're not entirely sure.
We know what happened.
We just don't know
why it happened.
That doesn't sound so good.
Well, you have
methemoglobinemia.
Your blood cells
aren't getting enough oxygen
as they pass through your lungs,
which means that
your brain isn't getting
enough oxygen, so you faint.
But you don't know why.
It's usually from exposure
to toxic chemicals,
but you said
you weren't around any.
No, the only thing toxic
I deal with
are some of the games
Ted and I dream up.
Oh, hey. A, uh...
messenger hand-delivered
this a little while ago.
Huh.
Those bloodsuckers.
One of your games crash?
No.
Triskellion Software's
been trying to buy
me and Ted out
for a couple of months,
and they choose today
to send me the legal documents.
Don't they know
what's going on here?
That's, uh... pretty cold.
Yeah, Cheryl said they were.
I think she was right.
I can't tell her about this.
What are you going to do,
back out of the deal?
We're just a bunch
of computer geeks,
the three of us,
staying up all night
writing code, living
on pizza and sodas.
We just wanted Triskellion
to handle the business side
so we could do the fun stuff.
I mean, that hasn't changed.
But I'll tell you what.
They want us that bad,
they can damn well wait a while.
You may want to breathe.
Oh, thanks.
Here's one of the newspapers
we found in the suitcase.
It's from two days ago.
An article's been cut out.
Uh-huh.
This one right here.
The newspapers came from here?
Probably the recycle bin
on your back porch.
I don't understand.
Irene, get the baby!
Lieutenant Sloan
didn't lose the money.
He never had it.
It was switched before
I even left the house.
Oh, no.
It's okay. It's okay.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
It's okay.
What's Irene's last name?
Meredith.
Look, this is Sloan.
I need an APB on an
Irene Meredith, approximately
20 years old.
Irene couldn't have done this.
Joey trusts her.
That's why it worked.
I assume this belongs to Irene.
God, I never noticed.
That's why the
kidnapper asked for
a specific bag.
It had to match
the one Irene had.
When was the last time
you saw her?
She was taking out the trash.
She must have transferred
the money to a garbage bag.
And then just took out the
trash and kept on going.
Question is:
Where did she go?
Well, she was
taking tetracycline
prescribed by a doctor
in Falling Springs.
That's up near Mount Wilson.
There are a lot of
places to hide up there.
Good place to hold
a kidnap victim.
I hope you're right
about this, Dr. Sloan.
Oh, don't worry about it.
My son and Agent Wately
are very good at what they do.
They'll find Joey.
Okay, notify me when
you're in position.
Your people ready?
Almost.
Don't you think
it's a little premature
to bring along
a medical examiner?
I've been known
to look after live patients
from time to time,
and I want to make sure
Joey's all right.
I'm sorry. I'm just a little
tired of surprises on this one.
It's okay.
Shouldn't we call Mark and
let him know what's going on?
I tried. There's no
cellular service up here.
You sure you found
the right place?
Yeah, the doctor from Falling
Springs remembered Irene
because they don't get a lot
of Lyme disease up here,
so it took a couple of visits
before he figured out
what she had
and then prescribe
the tetracycline.
The cabin was the only
address she'd give.
She was afraid Mrs. Edelman
was gonna find out she was sick.
Well, she can't own that house.
Au pairs don't make
that kind of money.
It belongs to a Russell Spinks,
former electrical engineer
who, uh, renounced electricity.
Are you kidding?
He's the one that took
Irene to the doctor.
We also got a positive I.D.
on Spinks
from a couple
of the greeting card stores.
So he's been holding Joey
in his own house.
All units in position.
Okay.
Okay, we're... we're set.
Let's go.
All right, on my mark.
One...
two...
three.
Freeze! FBI!
Right there.
Don't move.
Get your hands up.
Where's the boy?
Hold it.
I'm Amanda. You must be Joey.
Are you okay?
I know it's very hot
in here, and you
probably want to get out of here
and get something really cold,
like some ice cream, right?
I'm sick of ice cream.
That's all he had
when we got here,
and he wouldn't go get
anything else...
Not for a whole day.
Not even any hot dogs?
Nope.
Oh, that's terrible.
Mm-hmm. Can I please
go home now?
You bet you can. Let's go.
Ah, hell.
Stay down.
What's the matter with you?
Ever since I've had this badge,
I've made more tackles
than Dick Butkus.
You're under arrest
for murder and kidnapping.
No. No, I didn't do that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, no, no.
Okay, I took the kid,
but I didn't kill anybody.
I didn't.
Joey!
Mommy!
It's okay.
Thank you.
Where's Dad?
Let's go home, okay?
Okay.
Thank your father for me.
I'll go tell Mark what happened.
You ready to go?
Mm-hmm.
As soon as we get
those two processed...
We can finally get some sleep.
We are pretty good
at keeping each other awake.
We were.
You know, I, um...
I lied to you before
about not intending
to get involved with anybody
at that seminar.
I figured that out.
My marriage was such a mistake,
and it was over.
Why didn't you just
level with him?
I guess I was just
better at acting out.
Oh, I figured that one out, too.
Oh, now, come on.
Our six days
and 23 hours together
were pretty darn good.
If you call sleep deprivation
entertaining.
I hear a compliment
in there somewhere.
Well, don't take it seriously.
You know, things didn't work out
exactly like I planned, either.
I didn't kill him.
I did not kill Edelman.
I don't know who that was
at the park.
That's right.
He didn't kill Mr. Edelman.
You were there?
No.
But Russell hates guns.
So what? That
doesn't mean
he wouldn't use one
to solve his problems.
Aren't you listening?
I don't even own a slingshot.
I didn't kill him.
That's not what you said
on the phone this morning.
That's because I
didn't have a chance.
This entire thing
has just gone crazy.
Starting with the kidnapping
of a six-year-old boy.
Well, that's as far as it
was supposed to go.
So, what did happen at the park?
I don't know.
Listen, I got there early,
about 4:30.
Edelman was already there,
and so were you.
What do you mean, early?
You were supposed
to be there at 4:30.
No.
I told Edelman to be there
at 5:00 with the money.
I wanted to get there early
just to scope it out.
I'm so sorry
Mr. Edelman's dead,
but they had so much money.
They could always make more.
Get these two geniuses
out of here, please.
I think we did
pretty good work here.
Yeah.
You don't sound as delighted
as I thought you might.
There's something off
about this.
Okay, I'm listening.
What, you're not going
to give me an argument?
Steve...
All right, Spinks says
that he told Edelman
to be there at 5:00, all right?
Yeah, so?
So, whoever called my father
told him to be there at 4:30.
So, why the two deadlines?
I think we arrested
the kidnappers, all right.
But I don't think they killed
that little boy's father.
Joey was a little dehydrated,
but otherwise he's perfect.
Good. Thanks for
coming by to tell me.
It was no bother.
I would have called you
from the cabin
if there had been
cellular service.
Spinks didn't even
have a telephone.
I think it was a moral issue.
That doesn't make sense.
No. He doesn't.
No, I mean he doesn't
make any sense,
but I meant...
you said Joey was upset
because he only had ice cream
to eat that first day?
I figured Spinks
didn't want to leave
to get anything else.
Well, if he didn't leave the
house and there was no phone,
he couldn't have called me
yesterday morning.
Well, who did?
Another kidnapper?
I don't think so.
Spinks and Irene Meredith
were just interested
in the money,
and killing Edelman wouldn't
have gotten them any more.
Ted Edelman's death
was not a mistake.
Somebody wanted it to look like
the kidnappers did it.
And lead us
in the wrong direction.
Someone stood
to gain a lot by his death.
It had to be somebody
who knew about the kidnapping
who was willing to take
advantage of the situation
and who smelled that money.
Did you do a preliminary autopsy
on Edelman?
Yes, but there wasn't
anything remarkable.
He died from two gunshot wounds
to the chest.
I did discover some fertilizer
on his hands and face.
Probably on his clothes, too?
His, mine, anybody that was
in the park that afternoon.
Including the killer.
That's the answer.
It's been right in front of me
the whole time.
Mr. Dalloway,
good to see you
feeling well enough to go home.
You gave us quite a scare.
I just wish I knew
why I got sick
so I could avoid it next time.
Just stay away
from recently fertilized parks.
You'll do fine.
We're going to run
some more tests
on your blood,
but my guess is that
we'll find traces
of the chemical
used in industrial fertilizers
which you got on you
when you killed Ted.
Dad!
You all right?
Yeah. Go!
I hate hospital food.
Get out of here!
What are you doing?!
There he goes.
Come on.
Well, this ought to help.
Does it always hurt this much?
Always.
Bruising?
Yeah, but you get used to it.
I, uh, talked to Cheryl Edelman.
Turns out Ted was having second
thoughts about selling out.
He was afraid he'd be
forced to give up
the rights to his own games.
Yeah. I kind of thought so.
Ted just wanted a comfortable
place to invent games
and, of course, that meant
keeping the company small.
But Dalloway just couldn't
resist all that money.
He was the one
that called me, you know.
He knew I would be intrigued.
I wouldn't quit until I
tracked down that ransom drop...
making me the perfect witness
and the fall guy.
I think the voice analysis
of that answering machine tape
will prove that.
Uh, would you
excuse me a minute?
Yeah.
You know, I always
wondered why no one
ever did that to you before.
What?!
I didn't say anything.
Kathryn.
They're admitting Dalloway
until he's well enough
to go to jail.
Mm-hmm. I already
arranged for a
guard detail.
Good.
So, I guess that's it.
Uh, no.
It's not.
I just want to know one thing.
When we were in Orlando...
Would you stop with Orlando!
I am so sick
of talking about Orlando!
Yeah, me, too.
Uh... now, see,
I thought we were
getting along really well.
We're getting past this.
We're working together
and thinking like a team...
Yeah. That's right,
but, uh...
And, obviously, you need
a little more of an explanation.
You need me to grovel.
Oh, I think
groveling may be
just a little too...
Just a straightforward,
apologetic "I'm sorry"...
I am sorry for you and me
and... I'm sorry
for everything.
That may be going
a little too far.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry... really.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Okay?
So, maybe I should
just go back to my office
and you should just
go back to your office
and we should just forget
Orlando ever happened.
No.
No?
Are you really divorced?
I've being carrying
my divorce decree
around in my pocket for two days
in case you asked.
Want to see it?
Uh...
yes.
Uh, no.
I, uh...
maybe later.
Later.
Like later,
as in here later or later
as in after dinner...
someplace?
Don't push it.