Looker

Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall,

how can I be sure that Bill will call?

Well, of course, you are very beautiful.

Well, that's sweet of you.

But I'm afraid there's one thing you lack.

- Tell me, mirror, what is that?

- Ravish.

- Ravish?

- Ravish Perfume.

Here, put a little behind your ear.

A drop behind the knees would please.

And dab a bit between your toe.

- My toe?

- You never know.

Now, I wonder who that could be?

Ravish. It fulfills your deepest desires.

You probably think I'm beautiful,

Dr. Roberts...

...but I'm not.

I have lots of defects to fix.

I have a list right here.

My nose is 0.2 millimeters too narrow.

And my cheekbones

are 0.4 millimeters too high.

And my chin has a little 0.1 bump here.

And my areolar distance

is five millimeters.

And I have a mole here on my ribs.

So I need plastic surgery.

Is something wrong, Dr. Roberts?

Well, it's just that

you're very beautiful, Lisa.

And I can't imagine why you'd

want to change what God has given you.

It's for work.

I do television commercials.

They want a certain look.

But these changes are tiny, Lisa.

Nobody would notice the difference.

Dr. Roberts, you did my friends,

Tina and Cindy and Susan.

And everybody says you're the best

plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.

Will you excuse me for a minute?

I'd like you to see my partner,

Dr. Belfield.

No question. She's a space case.

She's a great-looking girl.

How many of these actresses with lists

have you done now?

- Three, Four?

- Three.

Must be some show-biz fad.

- You gonna do her?

- I don't know.

If you don't,

somebody less competent will.

- I'll do her.

- Great.

You do her. I'll take her out.

She's really a looker.

Well, hi, honey.

Teddy?

Teddy, where are you?

Teddy, what are you doing in there,

you silly boy?

We have to get ready for Bob.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You're looking well today.

- Good morning.

- Hi.

Your 9 a.m. Tuck is pre-medicated.

Suzy will scrub for you.

Senator Harrison's office called,

wanted to know if you work weekends.

- Should I call back?

- Later.

He won't get elected president

on a face-lift.

- He's got great new ads.

- Great ads. Maybe he should sell soap.

Good morning. Hi.

Dr. Roberts, we got

those Japanese hemostats you wanted.

Your burns lecture

at UCLA is rescheduled for October 15.

And you have that fundraiser tonight.

John Reston, black tie.

- Fine. Good morning, Jim.

- Larry.

Got anything big this morning?

A face-lift, a sebaceous cyst

and a blue nevus.

What about Senator Harrison?

- Tight eyes won't make him president.

- I don't know.

I've got some tricky eyes at noon.

Admiral from San Diego hopes

to make Joint Chiefs...

...if he looks young and vigorous.

The guy is a military genius,

he just doesn't look macho.

Maybe he's right.

Good morning, Mrs. Emerson.

Good morning, Dr. Roberts.

Be with you in a minute.

Give her another 50 of Demerol,

love, will you?

And let's have Vivaldi today.

- Vivaldi on Friday?

- I feel it.

Dr. Roberts,

someone called from the police.

- Do you know what that was about?

- No idea.

Cindy Fairmont's here for her final.

We misplaced her chart.

I got her to fill out a new card.

Thank you.

- Well, Cindy, how's it going?

- Okay.

These pictures are no good anymore.

I'll have to get some new ones.

Look at that.

They look good to me.

You've made me perfect.

I'm sorry.

- Do you mind if...?

- No.

It's a habit.

Do I match my measurements?

Oh, forget it.

I just hope this works.

It's supposed to make me

super desirable.

You were always desirable, Cindy.

- Are you free for dinner tonight?

- No.

Oh, don't date your patients, huh?

I'm busy.

I've got a fundraiser

for the pediatric burns unit.

Lisa told me about that.

I think it's great.

Do you know you've done all my friends

with exact measurements?

Lisa, Susan and Tina, yeah.

- Did I turn out as good as they did?

- You all turned out very well.

Gosh, I haven't seen them in ages.

I just got back from Tahiti.

- Have you ever been to Tahiti?

- No.

Oh, come on. It's great.

- You should go.

- Will you sit still?

Dr. Roberts, Lieutenant Masters

from the police is here to see you.

You really should pay

those parking tickets.

You know what I do?

I cry, and they let me off.

Crying probably

wouldn't work for you, huh?

Okay, you're fine. Get out of here.

Send Lieutenant Masters to my office.

- And you behave yourself.

- Oh, I always do.

And it is so boring.

I keep hoping for a little excitement

in my life.

You know, like a handsome doctor.

- Good luck, Cindy.

- Bye.

I appreciate your time, Dr. Roberts.

Not at all. What can I do for you?

I want to ask about two

of your former patients...

...Lisa Convey and Susan Wilson.

What about them?

Anything you can tell me.

They're both dead.

Dead?

Last week, Susan smashed her car

into a freeway pylon.

And Lisa jumped

from her apartment balcony last night.

We're just following up.

Well, there's not much I can tell you.

They were attractive girls

who worked in commercials.

They wanted specific cosmetic changes.

In fact, they both brought in lists,

down to the millimeter.

And I performed the surgery.

- Lists? Isn't that unusual?

- Yes, it is.

Do you think these girls

would commit suicide?

I doubt it.

Sometimes we see a post-operative

depression syndrome...

...particularly with patients

who have unreal expectations.

People who think that plastic surgery...

...is gonna make them wittier

or save their marriage...

...afterwards find things aren't that

different and they can become depressed.

But suicide? No.

- Could I see their records, please?

- Yeah, sure.

Ellen, pull charts on Lisa Convey

and Susan Wilson.

I've been looking for those charts

for Lieutenant Masters.

They're not in the files.

I looked and so did Jan.

Well, keep looking.

Must be misplaced.

Do things often get misplaced?

No, not often.

I agree with you, Dr. Roberts.

I don't think these two girls

killed themselves.

They just don't fit a suicide pattern.

No notes, no phone calls,

no depression. No drugs.

Most L.A. Girls OD on drugs.

But those girls were destroyed

beyond recognition.

You think it was murder?

We're considering that possibility, yes.

That's why I'm here.

What are you saying, lieutenant?

Women fall in love

with their doctors, Dr. Roberts.

Especially doctors who give them

a new face.

Yes, that is quite common.

Men give you presents.

Watches or stock certificates.

Women fall in love,

their own sort of present.

- Do you date your patients, doctor?

- No.

- Never gone out with either of these girls?

- Never.

Never visited their apartments

on a social occasion?

- No, never.

- You sure about that?

Quite sure.

Well, that's all I have for now,

Dr. Roberts.

Thank you.

- Is this yours?

- Oh, yeah.

It's been missing about a week.

So things do get misplaced

in your office.

- Let me know when those files turn up.

- Of course.

Thanks again.

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