Diagnosis Murder

Norman? Norman.

- Thanks a lot, Tommy. - You bet, Doc.

Might I remind you this is the major political fundraiser of the season,

not the demolition derby.

My car broke down about halfway here.

I... I would have taken a cab.

Did you ever call an LA cab?

They don't ask you what time. They ask you what day.

I embarrassed you, didn't I?

You didn't have to wave. Everybody was looking at me.

I'm sorry. I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

Well, at... at least the Mayor didn't see us. No.

Did he?

No. Don't worry about it.

So he didn't see us, right? No.

Okay.

Ridgeway all the way!

Hey!

Hey, George, over here!

Come on!

There's the Mayor. There's the Mayor. What?

The Mayor. He's coming this way. Try not to act nervous.

Mark! I thought that was you.

It's good to see you again. Mr. Mayor. How's the shoulder doing?

Oh, not bad. Uh, don't think my jump shot will ever be the same, though.

Oh, it'll probably be the same,

because it couldn't get any worse.

I hear you had car trouble on the way down.

Uh, nothing unusual with that car.

Oh, George Ridgeway, this is Norman Briggs,

our administrator at the hospital.

Thanks for coming, Mr. Briggs. It's an honor, Your Honor.

Nice day to meet you.

It's an honor.

Mark! What a surprise.

Lauren.

I don't mean to interrupt, but I need to leave.

I have a terrible migraine. It's been coming on all day.

Oh, I'm very sorry, darling. I... Can you do something?

Yeah, I can call the hospital, have some sumatriptan sent over.

Oh, no, M-Mark. Thank you, but I have some at home.

Oh. I'll have the driver take you right away.

Okay. Bye-bye. Aw, bye.

You're turning blue, Norman.

You didn't tell me you knew the Mayor.

You didn't ask me.

Buy an American car.

One more together, please.

That's it. Thank you, Mayor.

Very good! Uh, one more shot, one more shot, please.

This way. That's great. That's great.

Over here, please. Thank you very much.

Lauren?

Turn it off, please.

Sorry. I forgot.

How's the migraine?

Mmm. Not good.

Is Melissa home?

She's spending the night at a friend's house.

I'm going to the office for about an hour. I'll leave at 11:00.

You gonna be okay?

Yes.

Mr. Strand?

This is Jill Hewlitt of the City News.

I can't talk now. Somebody broke into my house.

Why would they do that?

I wanted to meet with you and talk to you about the letters you sent me.

They're fascinating.

But perhaps now isn't a good time.

No, no, no. I... I... I can meet you.

Tonight. 11:00.

I'll meet you in the parking garage

at the corner of Federal and Western. Second level.

Sure. Okay.

I'll see you soon, Mr. Strand.

Well, I'm beat.

Uh, why don't you two take over,

and I'll see you in the morning?

Okay, George.

George.

Lauren.

What is this?

Exactly what you deserve.

Get out of the way, please.

Hang in there, Mr. Mayor. Dr. Sloan is on his way.

Lauren.

Uh, we called her, sir. Put him in Examining Room A.

I need an x-ray, stat.

Yes, Doctor, right away.

Mark. MARK: Lauren.

What happened? How is he?

He... He was shot twice at, uh, close range.

We were able to stabilize him enough to get him into surgery.

Oh, my God! Well, he's in good hands.

You still have that, uh, migraine?

Yes. Yes. I'm sorry. The light.

The sumatriptan should have worked by now.

Steve, take her in and let her lay on the couch in my office.

Sure. Don't worry, Lauren. We'll find whoever did this.

Lauren.

He'd lost too much blood, honey.

Did he... he say anything before?

He said your name once. That's all.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Ridgeway, I'm very sorry about your husband.

But I thought you'd wanna know we have arrested a suspect.

Who?

A Benjamin Strand.

What?

Lord have mercy. I thought you were dead.

Nobody could have stayed dead through that. Delores!

Excuse me, what are you doing sleeping on this floor?

Oh, it feels better on my back than that couch.

You don't have floors at home?

Uh, a, uh, hit-and-run came in last night as I was about to leave.

Or was that this morning? What time is it?

Almost 8:00. Uh, Mr. Briggs is looking for you.

Big mug of coffee?

Yeah. You got it.

Hmm.

Morning. Mark.

Listen, I heard about last night. How are you doing?

Oh, it hurts to lose anyone,

but I think George Ridgeway could have done some great things for the state.

Yeah. Well, at least they caught the nut who did it.

How's Mrs. Ridgeway taking it?

Well, sh-she's showing remarkable courage under the circumstances.

But to tell you the truth, there's something puzzling

about her behavior all night long.

What's that?

Well, at the... at the hotel, she complained of having a migraine,

but she didn't show any symptoms at all.

Then later, here, after she supposedly took the medication,

she definitely had a migraine.

Doesn't make any sense. Not to me, either.

How's our, uh, hit-and-run victim?

Mr. Lomax? He came to about an hour ago

and the guy hasn't stopped complaining since.

He's feeling great.

Hey, what are you doing? Mr. Lomax, what are you doing?

I felt the sudden urge to go dancing.

What do you think I'm trying to do? I'm getting out of here.

Oh, no, you're not, Mr. Lomax. No, you're not. Take it easy.

Lay down. Lay down. Shh. Easy. Easy.

Goodness, just relax, Mr. Lomax.

I'm, uh, Dr. Sloan. Remember me from last night?

No.

Do you remember anything at all?

You mean after that crazy lady in the red four-wheel drive

sends me ricocheting down the alleyway like I was some pinball,

I'm supposed to remember something?

Oh, no, I don't remember nothing.

Mr. Lomax, you sure it was a red four-wheel drive?

Let me tell you something, boy.

I've been a mechanic for over 40 years.

The car ain't been built that I ain't been under.

So when I say it was a red four...

One, two, three, four-wheel drive vehicle, that's exactly what I mean.

Now you all have a nice day.

But, Mr. Lomax, Mr. Lomax... Mr. Lomax.

What's your rush, Mr. Lomax?

Mr. Lomax, about what time was that?

What time was it? It was before 9:00,

before Mr. Montero came by walking his dog,

because he always comes by at 9:00

every single night to walk his dog.

We stop, we have a little chat about automobiles

because I was a mechanic for over 40 years, and I'd like to go.

M-Mr. Lomax, please. What is your hurry?

Sweetheart, I got to go and get my bag.

I got my life savings in my bag,

so I don't want you all looking at me like I am some charity case.

Mr. Lomax, in this hospital, there are no charity cases.

There are only patients.

Now all you have to do is just lay back, relax and get better, all right?

Now, you listen to him.

What about my bag?

Tell you what, Mr. Lomax. If it makes you feel any better,

we will go down on our lunch hour

and find your bag for you, okay?

We'll what?

Right.

Um, I really didn't have any lunch plans worth keeping, anyway.

Amigo, we're... we're ready for you.

Huh? The photo shoot for the hospital brochure.

Didn't you read my memo?

You didn't read my memo, did you?

Norman... You... you never read my memos.

Norman, I have been up all night long.

I haven't shaved, I haven't changed.

Can we... Can't we do it some other time? When?

Well, I don't know. Uh, send me a memo.

Thought you might wanna see a photo of Mayor Ridgeway's assassin.

Ooh. Yeah. All right, thank you.

Our guys found that in Strand's apartment.

Add that to the fingerprints on the gun

and the death threat letters to Mayor Ridgeway,

sounds pretty airtight.

What about Strand's story that some reporter called up

and arranged a meeting with him?