Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 8, Episode 1 - Death by Design - full transcript

Roger, you agreed to go

to this museum thing
with me three weeks ago.

That was before Tom Wheelock.

And you have to meet
with him tonight

in Laguna Beach?

He can't come here?

When a man offers
to buy your company

and he's talking in the
neighborhood of $75 million

you go to him.

You always do this to me.

Lana, if you want me to continue



to prop up
that decorating business...

Why do I even bother

to talk to you?

You will cut me some slack.

Fine. Go.

When will you be home?

In the morning.

Well, I am going to stay there
until I close the deal

and if it takes
till 3:00 in the morning

then that's what it is.

I can remember
when you'd drive hours

any time of the night

just to sleep
in the same bed with me.

And I can remember
when you used to come with me



on these business trips

and wait for me
in the hotel room.

So, if you'll excuse me

I have some business
to attend to.

So do I.

If somebody walks into
the showroom out there

they'll see us.

I don't care.

God, you are so beautiful.

You have to do it tonight.

Baby...

He's staying over
at the St. Regent Hotel

in Laguna Beach.

Don't talk.

Jake

we agreed to kill him.

Tonight's the night.

If we want to be together,
it's the only way.

Ah, w-well, what's the rush?

Well, he's gone all the time.

These little weekend trips.

I think he's having an affair.

What do we care?

If he leaves me for someone else

he'll take his bank account
with him.

Jake...

tonight.

All right.

Where's the St. Regent?

It's right on
Pacific Coast Highway.

You can't miss it.

I'll write it down for you.

Make it look like a robbery.

I know.

I'll stay late at the museum

and make sure
lots of people see me.

Then I'll meet you here tomorrow

to pick up the rug for my client

Mark Sloan.

I promised I'd bring it

by the hospital tomorrow

and we have to make it look
like business as usual.

You're sure
that's what you want?

Don't lose your nerve now, Jake.

We don't have any other options.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Still

I'm going to miss you.

I can't believe
you let Lana Andrews

talk you into
renovating your office.

She didn't talk
me into anything.

I wanted a little change myself.

Who are you trying to kid?

You don't like
to change anything ever.

So, how did she do it, huh?

Did she tell you that
her business was floundering?

Well, she's having a little
bit of a slump right now.

Hey, easy with that.

That's very, very fragile.

Oh, okay.

So, what time
is she going to get here?

She was picking up the rug
sometime this morning.

She'll be here in about an hour.

Myers:
It's my allergies.

I think it's the dust

in the shop.

The rug's right back here.

Is something wrong, Jake?

No, you didn't see Lana
this morning, did you

when you guys came

this morning?

No. Nobody was here.

You were late.

The door was unlocked,
so we came on in.

Mm-hmm.

I mean, the rug was
here waiting for us.

We packed it up and
put it in the truck.

Is there a problem?

No. No, I...
just don't know where Lana is.

Well, I just hope I can remember

where everything goes.

Yeah.

Dr. Mark Sloan?

Yeah, that's me.

I have a rug

from Lana Andrews.

Oh, that's the Aubusson.

Lana says it's a great rug.

You're putting an Aubusson
in your office

with all this, uh...
with all your stuff?

Well, it's beige.

It ought to match everything.

Where's Lana?

I thought she was here with you.

No, I haven't seen
her since yesterday.

If you want me
to take the rug back

I could come back
at a better time.

No, all the stuff is out of the
office.

Let's look at it now.

All right.

Lana says this rug is faboo.

Faboo?

Designers live
in a whole other world.

Lana.

You didn't notice
anything out of
the ordinary

when you picked up
the rug this morning?

Nope, nothing.

She, uh... the rug
was already rolled up

and on the truck.

And the last time you saw Lana?

It was last night about
6:00, when I left the shop.

She was finishing
up some invoices

and then she said something
about going to a museum...

A dinner, I think.

So the shop was closed
for the evening?

She hadn't closed up yet.

And the movers said that
they found the door open.

I just wonder if she got
to the museum last night.

Do you have any idea
who might have had a motive

to kill her?

Mr. Myers, if you think
you know something

you need to tell me.

It's not my place, but...

have you talked to her husband?

Look, it's no secret that her

and her husband were
having some problems.

She told me a
couple of weeks ago

that if he ever tried to
leave her, she'd take him

for everything
that he was worth.

She confided this to you?

I heard her talking on
the phone to someone.

Now, I don't know
who, but she said

that he was planning
to sell his company

and that she was going
to bleed him dry.

Now, those are her exact words.

You mean
were we having problems?

Is that what she told him?

Well, I'll admit it.

We were going though
a rough patch in our marriage.

We were arguing like any other
long-term married couple

but we were working our way
through it.

At least I thought we were.

Why are you asking me this?

I was told she was killed
during a robbery.

Well, the cash drawer was rifled

but according to Mr. Myers,
less than $100 was taken.

She never kept much petty cash
at the shop.

No, it was probably some druggie
looking for money.

Or someone trying
to make it look like a robbery.

Why would somebody do that?

Mr. Andrews, I have to ask you.

Where were you last night?

I was with Tom Wheelock
and his partners.

His company is buying up

several medium-sized
software companies

and they've made an offer
on mine.

I knew the negotiations

were going to last
into the night

so, I made arrangements
to stay over in Laguna.

There were witnesses.

I have receipts.

Oh...

And maybe...

Yesterday, Lana and I argued

about my staying over, and...

maybe if I'd come home...

Roger?

You all right?

Honey, we can't see
each other for awhile.

Why?

You didn't have
anything to do with
this, did you, Roger?

Of course not.

No, my wife was a vain
and shallow woman

and I may not have loved her
anymore, but...

no, I never wished her dead.

Then why can't we
see each other?

Appearances.

If people knew that
we were together

they might jump
to the wrong conclusion.

And why risk that?

It'll just be for a little while

I promise.

I guess I understand.

I'm going to miss you.

It's going to be hard.

Yes, it is.

Oh...

Lana Andrews
was bludgeoned to death

with some sort
of a heavy object.

Preliminary findings
put the time of death

between 6:00 p.m.
and 3:00 a.m.

Any guess on the weapon?

Oh, more than a guess.

I found tiny ceramic particles
in her hair.

A statue, maybe, or a vase.

I think so,
and given the severity

and the angle of the blow

I'd say the killer
was very strong

and probably a male.

Well, that narrows it down

to about a half
a million people.

Were there any broken pieces
of ceramic on the floor?

My guys have been over
every inch of that shop.

Anything large enough
for a fingerprint

they would have found.

But, we can go over it again.

Here's the inventory list
we did a month ago.

There's nothing missing,
unless it was something new

she brought in
and never told me about.

Did Lana show you everything?

Pretty much.

She loved her work

although she never got
much support for it at home.

How long
have you worked for her?

Four months.

Maybe five.

Needed someone to come
in and do heavy lifting

supervise the movers.

You'd be amazed

how many workmen
take advantage
of a woman.

Lieutenant?

We found this in a dumpster

two blocks away.

I think we just found
our murder weapon.

Wait a second.

I think you guys
might want to see something.

It's a photograph.

Yeah. Here it is.

Well, if you had the police
call me down here

so you could give me
your condolences...

No, I'm afraid there's
a little bit more
to it than that.

Mr. Andrews, thank you
for coming down.

We, uh...

found the vase that was used

to murder your wife.

Did you find fingerprints?

Do you know who killed her?

We also found this photograph.

Do you recognize it?

Well, of course.

It's my living room.

Lana redecorated it
about six months ago.

She was hoping to use it
as a showcase.

It was not to my taste.

I remember a friend of mine
saying that, uh

once a woman is convinced
she can't remake a man

she spends the rest of her time
remaking everything

around him.

It made Lana happy.

I just wish I'd done a lot more
to make her happy.

Take a look at that

uh, vase
on the shelf in the corner.

Well, I remember it.

Lana said it was Pre-Columbian.

When's the last time you saw it?

Wh...?!

I don't know.

I'm pretty oblivious

to things like this.

I imagine it's still
on the shelf in the living room.

We searched the house.

It's not there.

Wait a minute.

You don't suspect that I
had anything to do with this?

Oh, now, this is preposterous.

I would never do anything
to hurt Lana.

Besides, I was in Laguna.

People saw me.

The reservation clerk
remembers checking you in.

The bellboy remembers you.

But the room service waiter

seems to remember
someone else with you.

What do you think?

I think I should go talk
to the girlfriend.

Roger's business people
were staying in the hotel

so, we couldn't go
to the dining room.

But, it was a beautiful suite

and we ordered in room service.

Um, I had the seared scallops
with bone marrow

a truffle and herb salad.

Am I telling you
more than you need to know?

I have never been questioned
in a murder case before, and...

I guess I'm a little nervous.

Did you go anywhere
after dinner?

Uh, just to bed.

Well, actually,
we went to bed before dinner

and never left.

And then we had the food

served into the bedroom,
and... we resumed.

Roger has a lot of stamina

for a man his age.

There I go again.

I'm sorry.
It's this character flaw

I have... compulsive disclosure.

I don't know how not to tell
everything that I know.

All I need to know is that Roger
was with you the entire evening.

We were together all night.

I scarcely got a wink of sleep.

Mmm.

Well, thank you for your time,
Ms. Masterson.

If I have any other questions...

Lieutenant?

Mm-hmm?

You don't think that Roger

had anything to do
with her murder, do you?

I'm afraid I can't answer that.

Well, good luck
with your investigation.

You can come out now.

Mmm.

We pulled it off.

So, when do we start phase two?

Oh, patience is a
virtue, sweetheart.

And don't you worry.

We'll get there.

So, when do we hit him
up for all the money?

Mmm, soon.

To the perfect murder.

Okay. Soon.

But when?

You know what I would've
loved to have seen?

Your face when you
walked in the shop

and saw that Lana's body
was missing.

Then when she rolled
out onto the floor

of that doctor's office

I about had a heart attack.

Why did you make me
go through all that?

Oh, baby, I love you

but you are a terrible liar.

This way, in the presence
of impeccable witnesses

you about had a heart attack

after which,
I don't think anyone's

ever going to suspect
you had anything
to do with it.

You think of everything.

Yes, I do.

So, how soon do
we take his money
and go to Europe?

Patience.

We have a long, rich life
ahead of us.

And the only thing
that could go wrong now

is if anyone ever connected us.

So I think it's time for us
to cool it for a few months...

Kendra...

Jake, Don't start.
We've talked
about this.

If we're going to be safe,
we have to be smart.

Okay.

But I don't have to go right now

do I?

No... I think we have
an hour or two grace period.

Oh.

Well, that certainly ruins

a wonderfully romantic moment.

I'm going to take a hot bath.

I just hope
I'm not allergic to Italy.

So somebody took the ceramic
vase from Roger's place

brought it to Lana's shop
and killed her with it.

Somebody who?

Mmm. Husband's
the most logical suspect.

There was trouble
in their marriage.

But he has a very good alibi.

Steve:
Pretty solid.

What about the assistant?

There's no evidence that Jake
was ever at Lana's house.

I don't think he took her

from the house to the shop.

Lana could've taken it

to the shop herself...

To show a client...

And Jake could've picked it up

and hit her with it.

He didn't have any motive.

Mark:
You know, I
looked at Jake

when Lana rolled out of that rug

and if he was not
as shocked as I was

he's some good actor.

What about the girlfriend?

She could've wanted
the wife dead.

If she and Roger
were in it together

they could've been covering
for one another.

Nobody saw either of them
leave the hotel that night.

But there might be

a record of the car's
activities.

I'll call you this afternoon.

Help yourself.

Dessert comes with this.
Want to split it?

Absolutely.

Roger?

Kendra, what are you doing here?

I came around by the back.

Nobody saw me.

A police detective
came to see me today.

What did you tell him?

The truth.

I hope that's okay.

No, absolutely.
Good, good.

Honey, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to drag you
into all of this.

I love you.

Whatever trouble you're in,
I'm there with you.

Mmm, actually, it's just as well

that the police know about us.

Roger, I have to talk to you.

All right.
About what?

I didn't want
to have to talk
to you about this.

What?

I'm in trouble...
and I need money.

Well, if that's all it is

I mean, don't worry.

What do you need?

It's my brother.

It doesn't matter.
I'll write you a check.

No, Roger, listen to me.

You might not want to help me.

Well, of course I will.

Remember when I told you

that my brother
was in a sanitarium?

Vaguely.

Well, he's autistic.

And he'll never be able
to function on his own.

And I want him to be in a place

where they treat him well

and with dignity.

Well, of course.

Well, I've got him
in this really nice place

but it's on a temporary basis.

And I was hoping
to make it permanent

but what small inheritance
I have

I've already gone through, so...

if I can't come up
with the full payment

they are threatening
to put him out on the street.

It's...

I'll call them.

Uh... you can't.

I'm his guardian

and I'm the only one
they'll talk to.

How much do you need?

About 500.

Five hundred.

Thousand.

They want the payment in full.

A half a million dollars.

You expect me
to write you a check

for half a million dollars?

No, I don't expect you
to do anything.

This isn't your problem...
I know that... it's mine.

It's just...

And I didn't have
anyone else
to turn to.

And you said
that we were getting married.

You would've lost more
in the divorce.

This'll be the end of it?

You don't have any other
relatives out there

in dire financial straits?

I don't have
any other relatives.

It's just the two of you
in my life.

My brother...

and you.

Can we go for a ride today?

I can check myself out.

Not today.

But you promised.

I said not today.

Another time.

I'll take over.

Thanks.

Well, look at you.

How're you feeling?

Oh, you're so handsome.

We got him, Daddy.

Just like I said we would.

We got him.

Dad?

Oh, Steve, do you remember
where this kite was?

Dad, does it matter?

How about right there?

No, I'd like it
back where it was.

It took me years
to get this office

just the way I wanted it.

You know, the Chinese

have a science
about where things

should be placed in a room

according
to a very specific plan.

Dad, there's a difference
between feng shui and clutter.

How about...
right there?

No.

Any luck at the hotel?

No, parking there
is self-service.

There's no way to tell
if Roger left again

the night of the murder.

But, on a hunch, I checked

his credit card charges.

Find something?

He gassed up his car

right off the freeway
in Long Beach...

Exactly halfway
between Laguna and Santa Monica.

1:38 a.m.

What'd Roger say?

I was going to go ask him.

You want to come?

Yeah, I'd like to talk to him.

The bookcase.

That's where it was.

On top of the bookcase.

Bye, Dad.

That's it.

Now, where do these go?

I never left the hotel.

Kendra told you.

Then how do you explain
the gasoline charges?

I don't know.

Maybe the parking attendant
went out joyriding.

There was no attendant.

It was a self-park garage.

I don't know.

This is a nightmare.

Listen, I have nothing to hide
in the car here.

If you don't believe me,
check it yourself.

And before you ask

no, I have not had it detailed

since I came back from Laguna.

Maybe you should have.

I was with Kendra
all night... ask her.

I knew he would find out.

And I told him...

but I never should've lied.

What time did he
leave the hotel?

Um, it was right after
the meetings.

And he told me
to get into the bed

order room service,
and when they got there

to pretend that he
was in the bathroom.

When did he get back?

Um...

it must've been
about 2:15, 2:30.

When he came back,
he was strange...

and excited.

Did he tell you where he'd been?

Mm-mm. He wouldn't
talk about it.

And he asked me to marry him.

And when I asked him
about Lana...

he said that we wouldn't
have to worry

about her anymore.

Oh, God.

I am so sorry
that I lied about that.

Am I going to go to jail?

I'll need to get your full
and complete statement.

Of course.

And I'll ask you
not to leave town.

I won't.

You're late.

Where have you been?

I've been doing
the same thing
you're doing...

Pounding a few nails
into a coffin.

Don't worry about it, Jake.

So how's it going?

Slow.

What do you call
these little Egyptian things?

Oh, it's called a sarcophagus.

Right, well, as soon

as I get this sarcophagus
shipped

I am officially
out of here for...

And I'll be very happy

to get away from all this dust.

The police arrested Roger today
for the murder.

Of his wife.

What, already?

What can I tell you?
They're good.

Well, so, how are we supposed
to get the money now?

I already have it.

You did. You got it.

Mm-hmm.

How much?

$500,000.

Half a million?

Mm-hmm.
Certified cashier's check.

I've already deposited it.

Oh, God, we did it.

We did it, we did it, we did it.

Hey, what do you say

we follow this guy to Cairo?

I've always wanted
to see those, um...

pyramid things.

It sounds like fun.

Send me a postcard.

Kendra, wha...?

Bye, Jake.

Have a nice trip.

Order up.

Did Roger confess?

Well, on advice of counsel

all he's willing to say
is that he's innocent.

How original.
I'll have

the chicken fingers
Caesar salad.

No?

Mm-mm. We got him, though.

We can match
the chard of ceramic

we found in his car
to the murder weapon.

We can prove

that the ceramic vase
was in his house

days before the murder,
and the gasoline charge

will prove
that he was in his car

halfway between Laguna
and Santa Monica at 1:38 a.m.

Order up!

Yeah, I heard you.

What happened to all your help?

Alex has finals
and Jesse's on call.

You know, there
are establishments

who actually hire
people to do the work.

Then we'd have
no profits at all.

So what's wrong with the
chicken fingers Caesar salad?

The chicken is
breaded and fried.

It's not very healthy for you.

Healthy isn't necessarily
what I'm thinking about

when I walk into
a barbecue restaurant.

Southwest Cobb salad?

Uh, mm-mm.

Did you see this?

Yeah, that's the posting
for the gasoline Roger bought

the night of the murder.

That's a little odd.

Order up!

Coming.

What?

He bought regular gasoline.

So maybe he was frugal.

He drives a Jaguar.

Order up!

I'll get it.

I don't think
a man of Roger's means

would risk buying
regular gasoline

for a high-performance
engine like a Jaguar.

Yeah, but he's the only one

that had motive, means
and opportunity.

Can the service station
attendant identify him?

Not exactly.

He remembers it was a man
driving the car... he thinks.

Could it have been
the girlfriend

wearing a cap
trying to look like a man?

Kendra Masterson would never
look like a man, believe me.

He's right about that.

Besides, I checked

the hotel records.

At 1:45, Kendra called room
service and ordered ice cream.

Now, the room service waiter

definitely remembers
that she was there

when they delivered
the ice cream at 2:00.

She appeared, however,
to have been alone.

Roger wasn't there?

Order up!

Well, he could've been
in the bathroom.

That's what she told the waiter,
but everything points to Roger.

If Roger was there,
she could've had an accomplice

and found a way to slip him

the car keys
and the credit card.

Well, it's not impossible.

Order up!

Does Roger know she's going
to testify against him?

I'll kill her.

Mark:
Mr. Andrews...

No, I'll kill her.

I give her a half
a million dollars

and she signs a
statement saying
I killed my wife?

I will kill her.

You gave her
a half a million dollars?

Get her in here!

I will choke the
truth out of her!

Mr. Andrews,
I think it'd be better

if you didn't use words
like "I'll kill her."

You think I won't?

I am about
to be tried and executed

for something I did not do!

I did not leave that hotel room.

I didn't kill my wife.

Was Kendra in that room
all night?

She didn't leave
for a couple of hours?

No, she didn't, and
I won't say she did

just to put the blame on her.

May I ask why you gave her
the half a million dollars?

$500,000? Roger Andrews

out of the goodness of his heart
gave me $500,000?

That's what he said.

And you believed him?

Do you know anything about
multimillionaire Roger Andrews?

About the charity in his heart?

He said it was for your brother.

He told me it was to pay

for his care
in a mental hospital.

I don't even have a brother,
much less one in a loony bin.

Well, it'd be easy to check
something like that out.

Well, you can check
all you want.

You can't find a brother
I don't have.

Thank you.
No, I meant
the money.

The bank'll have
a record of that.

Unless it was a cashier's check.

Even so,
for such a large amount...

What did you do, put it in
your own checking account?

He told me
it was an early wedding present.

Did you know that he'd asked me

to marry him?

Well, I'm not surprised.

You're a very beautiful
young lady.

Thank you.

And of course I believe you

that it was a wedding present.

The trouble is, I'm afraid

a jury might see that
as a bribe.

For what?

You mean to lie?

You think I'd lie for him?

You did at first.

Yeah, but that was different.

That wasn't exactly lying.

I thought that
he was innocent then.

I mean, afterwards...

Look, Dr. Sloan,
I was deeply in love with Roger.

He promised he was going
to divorce his wife for me

but his inner demons obviously
got the better of him, and...

he killed her instead.

I mean, this whole thing
has been a nightmare for me.

Why didn't you tell the police
about the money?

Because I was scared that
they'd think what you thought...

That it was a bribe

and that I'd be
some accessory after the fact.

Isn't that what they call it?

That's what the law calls it.

And I'm scared they'd take
the money away from me.

I was going to leave Los Angeles

leave these memories

and start over fresh
someplace else

where no one knows
anything about this.

And I know it was selfish.

But understandable.

I have the money.

It's in a safe place

but until someone tells me
I have to give it back

I'm not telling anyone
where it is.

Well...

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, bless you.

Oh, these darn allergies.

This time of year
they're just murder.

What do you take for yours?

Oh, I don't have any allergies.

Oh, I thought that inhaler
on the table

was yours.

Oh, that's a friend of mine's.

She must've left it

when she was here last week.

Uh, will this take long?

I need to get
back home in time
for my stories.

Your stories?

The Bold and the Beautiful

The Young and the Restless.

Soap operas.

Uh-huh. That's right.

This shouldn't take long at all.

Um, I understand that Jake Myers
is one of your tenants.

Oh, Jake's such a nice boy

don't you think?

I've always taken
a special interest in Jake.

Why is that?

Well, for one thing, he's dreamy

and he reminds me of Thorne.

Oh, my stories.

Thorne?

The minute I laid eyes on him

I thought, "He is
the spitting image of Thorne."

Of course, Thorne's
leaving his wife

causing her to turn to drink.

You don't think
Jake is anything like that.

Oh, of course not.

Jake's a hunk,
but he has a heart.

He always carries my groceries
in from the car for me

even when he's wheezing.

You know he has allergies.

No, I didn't.

Poor thing.

I can't even imagine

the boxes of tissues
he must go through.

Have you seen him around
the last few days?

You know... come to think of it,
I don't think so.

Oh, maybe he's gone
for a long weekend

with that flashy little number
of his.

That would be his girlfriend?

If you ask me, she's all show...
Big, toothy grin.

I'll never
understand why
these girls

insist on wearing these
skimpy little black dresses

displaying far too much
of you know what

to the world.

Not like his other one.

The other one?

Jake's other lady friend.

Ah, now she's all style
and good taste.

Older, but with

a darling figure for a woman
nearing that certain age.

Hmm... Do you, uh,
know this woman?

Ginger:
Yes, of course, that's the one.

See what I mean
by style and good taste?

She must've been by

oh, five or six
times over the
last month or so.

Oh, I'll never forget
the day the two of
them missed each other

by about a minute and a half.

I'm sure
if the two of them had met

there would've been
a terrible catfight

like the one
between Macy and Brooke

about a couple
of months ago on...

That's right!

Your stories.

Of course, Macy's dead now.

Unfortunately, we couldn't find

the $500,000 or Jake Myers.

So Kendra didn't
deposit the money
into the bank.

She said she put
it in a safe place.

I think she gave it to Jake.

So you're thinking

that Kendra and Jake
killed Lana?

And framed Roger, yeah.

But why?
If Kendra wanted that money

she could've stayed with Roger.

But not if she wanted
to run away with Jake.

Still, why kill Lana
and frame Roger?

It seems to me
they'd have a pretty tough time

getting their hands
on that money

if he were sitting in jail.

Yeah, but that's where I think
she was very, very clever.

She obviously got that money
from him before he was arrested

intimating that maybe
she wouldn't back up his story

unless he paid her off.

Then when she got the money

she made it look like
he was bribing her.

How do people come up
with these schemes?

Dr. Sloan.

Yeah, Steve.

Dad, I got a warrant
to search Kendra's apartment.

I'll swing by and pick you up,
all right?

Right.

Steve:
Ms. Masterson, open up.

This is the police. Open up.

This is Lieutenant Steve Sloan
with the LAPD.

Why don't you yell
a little louder?

There may be one or two
of my neighbors who
didn't hear you.

I have a warrant to
search your apartment.

For what?

For an allergy inhalant,
and anything

that might connect you
with Jake Myers.

Who?

Where is he?

I'm sorry,
I don't know a Jake Myers.

His landlady
described you as
his girlfriend.

Hmm.

Where's the money?
Jake have it?

You know, I was just on my way
out to see friends

but unless
you're willing to handcuff me

and risk a lawsuit
for false arrest, I'm leaving.

Where's the money, Kendra?

Ms. Masterson,
we'll need
an answer.

Oh, don't forget to lock up
on your way out.

Lieutenant.

Jag keys.
Looks like a duplicate.

If I can put Jake Myers
in Roger's car, we've got them.

The body was badly burned

features unrecognizable,
and no fingerprints

but the woman who drove
her car off of Mulholland

was definitely Kendra Masterson.

Are you positive?

Yes. We had to go
to dental records

to make a match,
but we did find one.

It was her.

Well, then
this doesn't make
any sense at all.

Nothing about this case
makes any sense.

Why would a
woman commit a
cold-blooded murder

and then panic
and commit suicide?

She knew we were onto her?

We had nothing
definitive, and
she knew that.

Yeah. I suppose we can rule out
sudden feelings of remorse.

Seems unlikely, but it could
have been an accident.

Pretty coincidental.

Sloan here.

Uh-huh.

All right

thanks.

There's a missing person's
report filed last night

on Kendra Masterson.

You'll never guess who filed it.

Jake Myers?

Not even close.

Woman:
I'm sorry.

Where were we?

Steve:
You were
telling us that

Kendra Masterson
was a patient here.

Yes. She came to us
about 18 months ago.

Mark:
There must
be two women

with the same name.

The Kendra we knew
had her own apartment.

We talked with her there

several times
in the last few weeks.

She could come and go
as she pleased.

This is a private facility.

Most of our clients

are voluntary.

Kendra had
psychological problems.

May I ask what kind?

May I ask if you have
a court order?

At any rate,
she preferred to work

on her problems
with our professionals here

but she was absolutely free

to leave at any time

as long as she
signed herself out.

Which she did last Friday.

No, she didn't.

That's why I was worried.

She simply disappeared.

I thought she'd be back
by morning

and when she wasn't,
I called the police.

Unfortunately, I was too late.

Thank you.

Uh, this is Kendra's
personal file.

I can't give you
her medical records

but I don't see any harm in
giving you her personal items.

This is a story she wrote
and some watercolors.

This is a picture of her
on visitor's day.

Who is that with her?

Uh, that's Keith Scott

and his daughter, Beverly.

He's a patient here,
a stroke victim.

Kendra took a liking
to the Scotts.

She really looked forward
to Beverly's visits.

Hey, Sloan.

I left a message on your desk.

A police captain in Cairo...

Cairo?

Egypt.

Some museum opened up
a crate, came upon a body.

Body turned out to be
one Jake Myers.

Jake?

Thought you'd be
interested in it.

Roger:
My attorney tells me

you think I'm innocent.

I do.

Well, then, what am I
still doing here?

The DA still thinks
you're his man.

How does something
like this happen?

I am.

I am completely innocent!

I'll call
the Cairo police tomorrow.

Maybe there's some clue on Jake.

You're saying
that she killed Jake

and shipped him to Egypt?

To keep him from talking,
probably.

My guess is, she didn't think
the Egyptian authorities

would be able to identify him.

She kills two people,
and then she kills herself.

Did you know that
she'd been under
psychiatric care

for some time?

No.

The head nurse at the sanitarium

identified her.

This was in her file.

That's Keith Scott.

You know him?

I don't believe this.

Talk to me, Roger.

I guess it turns out that
I got what I deserve after all.

I had, uh, business dealings

with Keith Scott.

You want to be a
little more specific?

I destroyed his business.

He had a stroke.

I lost track of what happened
to him after that.

Steve:
When we were here
this morning

you identified
a woman in
this picture

as Kendra Masterson.

Yes, that's right.

That young woman right there

that's Kendra Masterson.

No. That's Beverly Scott.

I told you her father's
a patient here.

This is Kendra.

Does Beverly
come to visit
her father

on a regular basis?

She did until recently.

She gives a cashier's check
for his lifetime care.

A check?
For how much?

Nearly $300,000,
and then she left the country.

When?

Well, it was shortly
after Kendra's terrible accident

but she calls.

Beverly:
Oh, and
Otro caffe

por favore.

Subito!

Yes, hi, this is Beverly Scott.

I'm calling
for my father, please.

Miss Scott,
thank God you've called.

We've been trying
to get ahold of you.

Is my father all right?

I-I'm afraid
he's had some trouble.

Well, what happened?

It's pneumonia.

I-I'm sorry, but the doctors say
it's very serious.

Um, my God,
I'm out of the country.

Uh, I'm going to try
and get a flight out tonight.

Please tell him I will be there
as soon as I can.

I'll tell him.

I know he wants to see you.

Thank you.

Hello, Daddy.

Ciao, Beverly.

That's your name, isn't it?

Beverly Scott?

My father's not dying?

No. No, your
father's doing fine.

I-I hated to worry you

but I didn't know
how else to get you

back in the country.

What'd you do to your wrist?

Roger Andrews
destroyed my father.

No excuse for murder.

You can't prove anything.

You left your fingerprints

all over Kendra
Masterson's apartment.

So, I borrowed an apartment

from a woman that I met
at my father's hospital.

She gave me permission.

It's no big deal.

And now she's dead, too.

Did you hurt your wrist
jumping out of the car

at the last minute

before you sent
Kendra over the
edge to her death?

I'm going to see my father now.

You know, the museum

in Cairo was a little unhappy

when they unpacked
that sarcophagus

and found Jake's body in there.

You know, it's an
interesting thing.

You know those rubber
aprons they wear

when they're working
around a lot of dust?

It turns out that rubber
retains a fingerprint

very, very well.

In fact, the
Egyptian authorities

lifted a partial
fingerprint off that apron

and it matches yours.

Mm...

You're bluffing.

Beverly Scott

you're under arrest

for the murders of Lana Andrews,
Jake Myers

and Kendra Masterson.

I'm going to read you
your rights.

I want to see my father.

Daddy?

I am so sorry.

I'm not going to be able
to see you for a while

but I love you.

I love you very much.

So you're sure this was
the way it was, huh?

Yeah, maybe better.

Got this one painting
here left to hang.

Hm...

Mom gave you that, didn't she?

Oh, yeah, before you were born.

A lot of people thought
it was kind of corny

but it means something to me.

Do you know what?

All this stuff
should be over there.

That's it.

Steve...?

Well, I didn't mean right now.

This is... over there.