Angie Tribeca

Okay, Mr. Fibonacci,

let's see how we did with your hair transplant.

Oh.

I think you're gonna be very happy.

Wow.

This is fantastic.

Thank you, doctor.

Oh, you're very welcome.

Good luck fighting the girls off.

Oh, hey, doc, just a sec.

I have a little pain in... in my side.

That's odd.

Have you had a kidney removed lately?

I don't think so.

My wife usually handles that stuff.

Yeah, well, you know what? I wouldn't worry about it.

I mean, I might call the cops and report an organ theft,

but just to be totally safe.

Will do. All right, thanks, doc.

You bet.

Stay with me, Tribeca. Is she gonna be okay?

Oh, no, she's definitely going to die.

Will you marry me?

I said I'm going in! I'm going in!

I'm going in!

Angie. Come to the other side, Angie.

Sergeant Pepper? Where are you?

I'm here.

Where?

Hi, Angie.

I...

Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop!

Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop! Boop!

- - Nurse!

Sweetheart, what's the matter?

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here? I'm your husband.

We moved in together after they fit all the brains back in your head.

Oh, looks like someone needs his mommy.

Tribeca.

I'll be right there.

You wanted to see us, sir?

I need you two to get over to the hospital.

Somebody's stealing organs.

Do we know who? It would save a lot of time.

I'm afraid not. But we better find out

before the mayor opens his new cancer research wing.

After his campaign manager turned out to be a murderer,

he's desperate for anything to boost his approval ratings.

So he opens a cancer wing to appease the anti-cancer voters.

I know, Tribeca. It's a cynical time.

Now, because of the very specific nature of the case,

the department has assigned a romance novelist to advise you.

Her thoughts may seem whimsical and pointless at first,

but in the end, you'll realize she was right all along.

Geils, Tribeca, Miss Jackie Wilder.

I'll never forget you, my succulent, rippling man lion.

And I'll never forget you,

chick I met on the elevator 30 seconds ago.

Hello, detectives.

I'm very much looking forward to working with...

Wait a second.

You two are in love.

What? That's ridiculous.

Don't tell a tale to a tale teller.

It's the oldest story in the world.

Girl cop gets boy partner, boy falls in love with girl,

girl explodes and falls in a year-long coma.

You couldn't be more wrong.

You should stick to writing novels, Ms. Wilder.

You. Your story's written all over your face.

Poor family.

Ran away with a circus for a better life.

11 long, hard years of riding the rails as a strongman.

I bet you're still sending money home to Romania, huh, kid?

_

And you. You are a lover.

A man of passion and romance.

I see you dead in a boating accident in 16 months.

Damn it.

Scholls.

Tribeca.

Ooh, cozy.

What are we looking at, Scholls?

Wait a minute.

- You two... - Eh.

Patient went in for a routine hair transplant,

came out missing a kidney.

Anything point to who did this?

We won't know until we cut him open.

I'm sorry, until you what?

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to keep quiet.

This is a crime scene.

Here, put a little bit of this under your nose for the smell.

Thank you.

- Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! - Sir, I'm not gonna ask you again.

Oh, yeah. Whoever did this had medical training.

You can see here and here where they clamped the blood supply,

and look at the suture knot.

This was no butcher.

This was a crime of passion.

Someone did this for love.

Actually, Jackie, we find that, generally,

organ theft is a crime for money and profit.

Oh, really, Detective Tribeca?

Is that what you find?

Well, let me tell you what I find.

I find that it's very tough for you to be back in a hospital

after what happened to you.

The sounds, the smells.

They bring back a flood of memories.

Year of life... gone.

A year that could have been.

Aching in your loins.

Hey.

I've had bad loins since I was a kid.

We should have a word with the chief of the hospital.

Let's start with "hello" and then go from there.

Nothing happens in this hospital that I don't know about.

So, who do you think is stealing organs?

Someone is stealing organs?

We have to put a stop to that immediately.

Are you aware this is the only hospital in Los Angeles

that turns a profit?

I don't think I like what you are insinuating.

Yes, we make money. We do it honestly.

We gouge the patients in their most vulnerable time.

Can I have another blanket, please?

Yes, of course you can. I will get it myself.

2 grand.

We're gonna need a list of the nurses and doctors

who were present during those surgeries.

I'd be happy to help,

but there would be some small processing fees.

How about this...

You give us a list, or you go to jail.

You'll like it. It's free.

Socialist.

Hey, are you okay? You look a bit tired.

I haven't been sleeping much.

Angie Tribeca?

Nurse Lowboobs.

Oh, how you doing since the coma, baby?

Oh, we were so worried about you.

I feel much better, thanks.

And where's that cute guy that used to come and visit you every day?

He's right here. Detective Geils.

No, not him. Another man.

Scruffier. More of a movie guy.

It sounds like you're describing Eddie Pepper,

but that's impossible because he... he...

Disappeared under mysterious circumstances?

It was just a dream.

Was it?

I don't know anymore.

Oh, I think you do.

He's out, Dr. Brainerd.

Thank you, Dr. Stein. Scalpel.

So, did you notice anything unusual

during Mr. Fibonacci's hair transplant?

No, no. It was totally routine.

Would someone mop my brow?

Of course, doctor.

Have you seen this kidney?

Oh, gross. Why would you show me that?

Because this kidney went missing

from your patient during your surgery.

Sorry, Dr. Stein.

Nurse Barton, try to be a little more careful.

Dr. Brainerd: I remember he said something about that.

Would someone rub my shoulders, please?

Of course, doctor.

Ahh. Come on, more pressure.

Applying more pressure.

Okay. All righty.

I'm ready for the new hair.

Thank you.

Stapler.

You know, I wouldn't even have the expertise

to remove a kidney.

I was booted out of surgical rotation

because of my phobia of internal organs.

See?

Organophobic. His story checks out.

Nurse, would you finish up, please?

Of course.

So, what you're saying is you're nowhere.

Joan Wilder: Just remember,

you can't spell "nowhere" without "now" and "here."

Lieutenant, can you take this woman off our case?

She's incredibly irritating.

Why don't you let me worry about who's on the case