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Good morning.

Hey, you know you're going in the wrong direction.

Less clothes, not more.

I gotta go.

I just got a video on my food allergy case.

Lisa, it can wait. Call in sick.

Have you seen my other heel?

No, but, um, your necklace is in the bathroom.

Oh! Okay, good.

You know, I've never seen someone so excited

about a food allergy case.

Well, I am very excited.

Nick and Pete say this could be huge for us.

Can you help me? Yeah.

How long have you been with those guys anyway?

"Those guys"? Mm-hmm.

Six months. Why?

Well, because you would be fantastic in the DA's Office;

we wouldn't have to keep this a secret,

I can see how that would work out for you.

No, really, you'd get a lot more trial experience, Lisa.

You know, there wasn't a day my first year

that I didn't have at least 10 cases all to myself.

Plus, you would get to represent the good guys.

Well, I am currently representing a very good guy,

except "he" is a "she," and you are making me very late.

Hm-mm, no, no. I have to go.

Uh-uh. I'm going! Bye!

Call you later!

Zoey. Do you have my surveillance video?

You have sex hair.

No, I don't.

And before you left last night, you spritzed.

I saw. Who for?

Tell me, tell me, tell me!

There's nothing to tell.

I went home last night.

Went to bed alone.

End of story. I have work to do.

Video, please.

Thank you.

You're missing an earring.

I should've just ordered a plain salad, like I usually do.

But it was a first date, and you know

how you get the lettuce in your teeth?

Been there.

But I told the waiter about my dairy allergy,

and he recommended the rigatoni.

Only he didn't know the sausage had milk powder in it.

Five minutes later, I could barely breathe.

I don't remember what happened after that.

Sonya, the tape is a little difficult to watch.

Are you sure you're okay with this?

I want to know what happened.

All right.

Here's the restaurant security camera.

By the time the Fire Department EMTs arrived,

the private EMT had already given you a shot of epinephrine.

There's the Fire Department EMT.

The guy he's arguing with, he's the private EMT.

He gives you the second shot.

This is when your heart stops.

I want to see it.

Oh...

Go ahead.

Give her a second shot! Give her the damn shot!

All right, already! Geez!

Go! Go! Go in! Hold your horses.

Come on, come on.

Second epi.

All right.

Second epi in. How's she look?

Aw, she's going into V-fib.

All right. Paddle her. Clear!

Clear.

Damn it.

Are you okay?

You can see why the restaurant wanted to settle.

But they're not the ones we think we should go after.

Why not?

Well, what the restaurant did-- serving you dairy--

that's entry-level damage.

We need to determine the party that did the mostdamage.

We recommend tabling the claim

against the restaurant, and looking into the EMTs.

But they saved me.

After possibly killing you first.

Look, 24 year olds don't die

of heart attacks.

Sonya,

something happened there.

Find out who killed me.

Wow, this coffee's really good.

Juan Valdez come by this morning or something?

Who?

Oh, you know. The guy in the commercial,

with the mule, picking the beans?

The mule picked the beans?

Well, no, the mule didn't pick the beans.

Was it a cartoon mule? No!

Ah, forget it. Whatever. Hey! Donuts.

Ooh, I'd love a donut.

What do you got? What do you got?

Ooh, you got my favorite. I love this one.

Hey! Drop that maple bar.

What's your problem? You got to start to think about your health, man

Since when are you worried about my health? When it affects my pocketbook.

Hey, hey, hey. We have to renew

our insurance policy this month,

which means physicals.

Your cholesterol comes back high,

we have to pay higher premiums.

Which means that we may have to reduce

certain personnel around here.

No, no, no.

Those were Donlinger's, okay?

Clog your arteries all you want

after you take your cholesterol test.

In the meantime, just make the damn appointment.

So, you bring it with you?

Bring what?

The medal I should get for saving that girl.

Well, first of all, the girl has a name. Sonya Lee.

And I'm just trying to find out what happened.

When I arrived on the scene, Miss Lee was in severe distress.

The first shot of epi the private EMT gave her

wasn't working, so I ordered a second one.

Then I hit her with the second pop

just like Captain Hard-ass told me to.

That's when her heart stopped.

The second shot stopped it?

It's hard to say what caused it. She's diabetic,

so her blood sugar was already out of whack.

How the hell should I know what caused it?

She's doing fine now, right? Well...

Well, tell her from me: You're welcome.

My guy says it was all by the book. Ah, same here.

By the way, this rental Zoey got me? Killing me.

Come on, what are you talking about?

It's a little small, but it's fuel-efficient.

A little small? Nick, I could pick this thing up

and shot-put it 50 yards.

Come on, you're the one who's always

complaining about cost savings.

Speaking of which...

you make your cholesterol test appointment yet?

Uh... I, I can't quite hear you. What?

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't pull the "I can't hear you" thing with me.

I invented that game, okay?

Make the appointment. Say what?

I said make the appointment!

What? Sorry!

Okay. What's the big whoop, telling me who you're dating?

Did you just say "big whoop"? Yeah.

Look around, we work in a fishbowl.

There are no secrets here.

That's him, isn't it?

It's Tony. You hooked up with Tony?

It's about the case. Hello?

Heard you got a new boyfriend.

You know what, um,

I'm gonna put you on speaker phone with Pete and Zoey.

Tonito! What's going on, my friend?

Hey, uh, got something for you guys.

I just read Sonya's medical file.

How did you access private medical records?

Uh, you don't want to know.

Here's the thing. Standard epi dose is 1/1,000 milliliters.

Sonya's blood work says she had 10 times that amount

in her system. They overdosed her.

I cross-checked Sonya's case,

and found records on a high-school kid.

Allergic reaction. EMTs hit him twice with epi, and he codes.

Only this kid was gone

for almost ten minutes

before they brought him back. Messed him up bad.

You got a name?

Uh, Luke Noland.

Lives with his mother, Courtney Noland.

The EMT company that transported Luke,

was it the same as Sonya's?

No, different company,

different EMT-- guy named

John Berry. Get this--

he quit the week after Luke's overdose.

Disappeared.

No forwarding address.

We need to find him.

I know. I'll try. And, Pete,

I may need to bill you guys for some cocktails, okay?

She better be hot.

Good.

Extend your arms.

Good.

That's perfect.

Perfect, Gabby.

Hey.

How you doing?

Hey. I'm fine.

Gabby's really wonderful,

isn't she? Yeah.

I'm-I'm training her to replace me.

Huh.

Okay, it's... it's a little hard.

What are the doctors saying?

They all say the same thing:

there's been some damage to my heart,

and I won't be able to perform anymore.

I don't know how I'm gonna pay for all that medication.

Two ears, two kidneys--

why can't we have two hearts, right?

Sonya, I'm really sorry.

W-We're learning more about what happened to you.

Your hospital report shows that you had

ten times the amount of epinephrine in your system

you should have had-- either one

or both of the shots they gave you was an overdose.

That's why your heart stopped.

The EMT company's going to haveto settle.

When?

We'll file suit this week.

We'll get you everything you need.

Thank you.

Luke had a 3.8 GPA.

Full ride waiting for him at three different schools.

I used to look at him

when he was sleeping, and I'd think,

"Dear God, what have I done to deserve this wonderful child?"

And after Luke's team won at sectionals,

one of the moms brought some cookies from the market.

I didn't know they contained peanut traces.

He passed out, and then we called an ambulance, and...

it's all a blur after that.

Did anybody ever mention to you the possibility

that Luke may have been overdosed with epinephrine?

No. They just said

they did everything they could to save him.

We have a client that had the same circumstances.

With your consent, we'd like

to look into Luke's case.

You guys should know, I don't have anymoney.

These cases are done on a contingency basis.

We don't get paid unless we win.

Courtney,

this case is very important to us.

It affects a lot of people.

May I ask who cares for Luke now?

Oh, it's pretty much just me.

When I work nights at the diner, I have

a nurse that takes care of him, but...

Oh, I have to go give Luke his medicine.

Do you guys want to meet him?

Sure.

Sweetie... there are some men here

who want to say hello to you.

Hi. Hi.

Hi.

That's weird, Nick.

How do two different guys from two different

EMT companies overdose two different patients

with the same exact drug?

Can't be a coincidence, Pete.

We gotta figure it out.

We're gonna need all hands on both these trials.

The question is, who goes first?

The two-year statute of limitation

is running out on Luke's O.D.,

so I say we lead with that case.

Yeah, but with Sonya, we got verifiable proof

that she was overdosed.

We do not have that with Luke Noland.

I know, but with Sonya--

okay, she died for 60 seconds, all right?

But the jury, all they're gonna see

is this pretty, young, healthy woman sitting at our desk.

You're right. With Luke, they're gonna see dean's list,

basketball scholarship-- nothing but a bright future ahead.

Same overdose, far worse outcome.

Potential jury award's gonna be a lot higher with Noland.

We set a precedent, use it to Sonya's advantage.

Yeah, and Sonya's case doesn't even go to trial.

They settle before we pick up the phone.

Ho, ho, ho-- hold that pour, whole milk guy.

It is all skim, all the time, until your cholesterol test.

What are you talking about?

Where does it say whole milk?

Don't play dumb with me. - skim, whole, boom.

It's not a coincidence they were overdosed.

Look.

There they are.

Wait...

Oh, my God! So glad I found you.

Can you help us out?

My girlfriend, she just fell off her Christian Louboutins,

and she's wearing these tiny little short shorts,

and I think she really hurt her knee,

which is a total disaster for a showgirl.

Will you guys come take a look?

Thank you.

Smile, epinephrine.

Check it out-- they look identical

but one is ten times stronger-- look at that.

You need a magnifying glass to tell them apart.

Okay, so I'm an EMT.

I'm in a moving ambulance, all right?

I got the sirens going,

I got a kid flailing around about to suffocate,

and I'm supposed to know which one of those to grab?

It's not the EMT's fault,

it's the pharmaceutical company's.

We got a faulty packaging case.

Galloway is a Fortune 500 company with a lot of lawyers.

We're lawyers, too.

I'm ready to bite the tail of the dragon.

You think it's the medicine company's fault?

Yes, absolutely.

Galloway Pharmaceuticals.

Look... they have created misleading packaging.

We believe the EMT grabbed the wrong vial--

a higher dosage-- and that led to Luke's overdose

and his heart stopping.

Wow.

There's no way that I could be in court.

I take care of Luke every day.

We can get a nurse to be there while you're testifying

at our expense.

I am not putting my son on display.

We probably won't need him.

Just think about this.

If we win this case,

you'll be able to afford to take care of Luke's needs and yours.

You'll have the best life possible.

I...

Courtney,

you deserve it.

When this happened, I refused to accept this

for a very long time... because

you just don't want to give up hope,

but then, when you finally do,

there's just this kind of relief.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I want the same nurse every time I'm in court,

because Luke's not very big on meeting new people.

And I want someone with a sense of humor.

Cute and young wouldn't hurt either.

Done.

Jason, we suspect that after Lieutenant Howard ordered

the second dosage,

you accidentally injected Sonya Lee

with the more concentrated I.V. dosage.

Is this correct? He said hit her with another round of epi.

It's exactly what I did.

I was just doing what I was told to do.

Calm down, son, and let Mr. Morelli finish.

Look, he's saying it's my fault. I'm not, Jason.

Now, we know you injected her.

We know she was overdosed.

What's not clear is why.

Now, we think it happened

because of the confusing packaging.

Anyone could have made the mistake.

Jason, do you understand what I'm saying?

Yes, but if I say that I messed up

on the dosages, I will lose my job.

Again, we are not saying

that the responder would necessarily be at fault.

Testifying that the packaging is confusing to you

would explain why that unfortunate

and understandable error occurred.

No, I will lose my certification.

Mr. Morelli can't say it,

but what he means is clear as day.

As long as you help him out with your testimony,

he's not going to sue us.

Thing is, ethically, he can't just come out and say it.

Isn't that right, Morelli?

Um... I think you and your client

should discuss this matter privately.

The EMT's lawyer had to walk him through it three times

before he finally realized that we were not suing him.

Now he's testifying for us.

It was like leading

the world's dumbest horse to water

and screaming over and over again,

"Drink, drink, drink, drink!"

Well, this is so great.

I can't wait to tell Sonya all of this.

Uh, I would hold off on that for a little bit.

Why?

Well, uh, Nick and I both agree

that you've done a terrific job on this.

That said, we are going to try the Noland case first.

It's the right move.

W-Why?

It's the stronger case.

It's gonna help Sonya out in the long run.

How? Because Luke is in worse shape,

which means a bigger settlement.

Once we establish the faulty labeling causes overdoses,

the drug company is going to write Sonya a big, fat check.

If we win.

Talk to Sonya.

We need her EMT for the Noland case.

I really do not agree with this.

I understand that.

Nick and I made a decision,

and now you got to support that.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

You want me to wait?

Not long-- we start the other trial right away.

But trials can take a really long time, right?

Well, yes, sometimes...

Because my medical bills are piling up and--

I mean, we have a strong case against the EMTs, don't we?

Yes, but Galloway has deeper pockets,

and this can help you out big-time,

if we win the other case first.

The other case that you found because of me?

Yeah.

I-I know this has to be hard...

Yeah, it is hard

because I feel like I'm getting pushed aside.

I understand that's how you feel.

I'm just asking you to wait

just a little bit longer.

Hey, you. Hi.

Sending that to me?

No, sorry, it's Nick.

He's got me filing papers everywhere.

How's the case going?

It's fine, good, great.

Ooh, "fine, good, great"

usually means somebody needs a cocktail.

Or three, except not tonight.

I've got to do research for a new case. A new case?

Please don't ask. All right.

How about I give this to you instead of a drink?

Hmm. Hmm.

My earring. Yeah.

Took the liberty of talking to my friend

over at the D.A.'s Office.

Did not mention your name, of course,

but he said he'd be willing to talk to you

if you were interested in switching sides.

It's your call, but the door is open.

Hmm.

Can he do dinner?

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay, I'll set it up.

One mega double whipped turbo mocha, extra choc.

Thank you. One plain green tea.

I don't know you anymore, Morelli.

That makes two of us.

Hey, Nick.

You got your earring back.

I should have known it was somebody here.

I filed

the Noland papers with the clerk

and gave the courtesy copy to Judge Bass's office.

Nick Morelli.

Who wants to know? I'm a big fan; great to finally meet you.

Rick Neville, Counsel for Galloway Pharmaceuticals.

Thought I'd introduce myself, since we might be spending some time together.

Of course, I'm sure it won't be coming to that.

Before I forget,

I wanted

to personally deliver this to you.

Nice to meet you.

I'm sure it was.

This sucks-- green tea.

This is like plankton in hot water.

Guy says he's a big fan

and then he hands me an abuse of process.

Fans are fickle; they build you up and tear you down.

What does it say?

Ah, it's just a petty list of 18 nonsense reasons

why the case should be tossed.

Standard delay tactic.

You know what a judge is gonna do

with this when he reads it?

That.

You guys said you wouldn't sue me.

Calm down, we are not suing you.

Okay, well, isn't Sonya Lee your client?

Son, we did not do this. What is that?

It's a lawsuit against MWP Ambulance filed

earlier today on behalf of Sonya Lee,

from her new lawyer.

Nice knowing you guys.

Good luck.

Lisa...

Yes, Nick.

What the hell happened here?

I don't know. You said you had it handled, didn't you?

I did handle it; Sonya said she was going to wait.

Till when? Till she got a new lawyer?

She's obviously panicked about the money.

You have got to tell her

that suing this EMT,

we're going to lose his cooperation

in our case against Galloway.

She doesn't care about Galloway.

What do you mean she doesn't care?

Why should she? She doesn't think we care about her.

That's your job, Lisa.

You're supposed to reassure her otherwise.

I tried, Nick.

I told Sonya what I was told

to tell her-- that this was

best for her, even though it wasn't.

And what the hell does that mean?!

It means that I had a rock-solid case against that EMT company.

Going against Galloway is a gamble.

She knows that.

So she went with the smart money!

You are a professional!

You are supposed to act like a professional!

You are supposed to talk your client down,

show a little bedside manner, not take it!

Nick... Okay, you know what, Nick?

I've done everything you asked me to do

since the day I walked in this office, but if you want

to put this on me,

well, screw you! No, screw you!

Nick... Don't walk in here without buzzing me first!

Tony's here. Tell him to come in!

Are you through yelling?

You want to ask me again?

Ask me again!

You better have something good, Tony.

Davis Ridley-- regional buyer of medication

for a national HMO

no longer purchasing Galloway epinephrine.

Ask me why.

Confusing packaging.

Well, Tony, thanks. That's good news.

I need better news, Tony.

We just lost our EMT.

You gotta find the one from the Noland case.

I'm tryin'.

You're not trying. You're yakking!

You're sitting here yakking! Yak-yak-yak!

What's his problem?

We go to trial in the morning.

Half-cocked...

half-assed...

half-screwed!

What's happening next?

Man, I am just excited to see where life takes me.

This video was shot just two weeks before my client,

18-year-old Luke Noland, had a violent allergic reaction

to some peanut residue,

causing him to go into anaphylactic shock.

He couldn't breathe.

EMTs were called to the scene to help him.

Now, following strict medical protocol,

they administered Luke 1/1,000 milliliters

of a drug: epinephrine.

Standard protocol, standard dose.

But instead of grabbing this vial,

which would have restored Luke's breathing,

he grabbed this one.

1/100 milliliter solution.

Ten times the dosage.

Look pretty alike, don't they?

Now this is Luke two years after the EMT

accidentally took the wrong vial.

The dosage was so massive, it stopped his heart,

which cut off the oxygen to his brain for nearly ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

This is the result.

Breaks your heart, doesn't it?

A parent's nightmare.

Ladies and gentleman, the ultimate blame for this tragedy

doesn't lie with some EMT

reacting in a high-pressure emergency situation.

This was the inevitable result of negligent packaging.

Two identical vials...

containing massively different dosages.

Now we will demonstrate that the people that are responsible

for the devastation of this boy's promising life...

are Galloway Pharmaceuticals.

Thank you.

Your opening, Mr. Neville.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen, good morning.

There is no denying that what happened to Luke Noland is

a tragedy, and we extend our sympathies

to him and to his family.

And we note with heavy hearts the role our product played

in this terrible misfortune--

a product emergency medical technicians employ every day

to save thousands of lives.

And it would have saved Luke's, too.

He would have realized that promising future

that lay out before him if only a properly trained EMT had taken

the simple care to read a clearly marked label.

When we're finished here, I am certain you will agree

that the plaintiffs brought the wrong party to court.

Dr. Morton, you were Luke Noland's neurologist,

is that right?

That's correct.

Luke's massive brain damage, is it reversible?

There are experimental therapies that could be employed

that have resulted

in restoration of some function.

Why hasn't Luke benefited from these therapies?

They're extremely expensive.

Well beyond the means of Luke's waitress mother?

I'd imagine quite far beyond, regrettably, yes.

Thank you, Doctor. Your witness.

No questions.

Plaintiffs would like to call Davis Ridley.

Your Honor, we'd like to request a recess.

You found Luke Noland's EMT?

Yes, I did.

Better late than never.

Where is he?

Afghanistan.

The other EMT's and I talked about how you couldn't tell

the bottles apart, sir.

We started putting red X's on the higher doses,

so we'd never make the mistake.

But I think a new shipment came in.

We hadn't marked them...

Sir, I grabbed the wrong one.

When I saw how I messed that kid up, I quit and ran,

as far away as I could get...

which was here, sir.

Would you be willing to testify

that you administered an overdose by mistake?

What is it, son?

A Marine doesn't make excuses for the things he's done, sir.

Uh, we're not asking you to.

Just to say in court what you told us just now.

How guys said it was a mistake waiting to happen.

Make sure no one goes through what happened to Luke Noland.

And that no EMT

beats himself up so bad he needs to move half a world away.

Sir, if it'll help people...

count me in.

It's an irregular request, counselors.

Not to split hairs--

maybe a little more unusual rather than irregular.

There's a precedent for video conference testimony

being admitted in court.

The sergeant will speak to a common concern among EMT's

about Galloway's hazardous packaging.

Mr. Neville?

Your Honor, I'm not surprised

to hear that Sergeant Berry is prepared to testify

as coached.

Coached? We just found the witness in Afghanistan yesterday, Your Honor.

How could we have coached him?

If Your Honor will permit.

This is an audio recording of Mr. Morelli trying

to procure another EMT's testimony.

Your Honor... I'll hear it, counselor.

Again, we are not saying that

the responder would necessarily be at fault.

Testifying that the packaging is confusing to you,

would explain why that unfortunate

and understandable error occurred.

No, I will lose my certification.

Mr. Morelli can't say it,

but what he means is clear as day.

As long as you help him out with your testimony,

he's not gonna sue us.

Thing is, ethically, he can't just come out and say it.

Isn't that right, Morelli? Your Honor, that's completely out of context!

If Mr. Morelli is willing to coach one EMT,

I fail to see what would stop him from tampering

with another. No way my words constitute tampering.

Your Honor, I cannot be held responsible

for the other attorney's mistaken characterization

of what I said.

So if we let this tape run further,

we'll hear you protesting exactly that

in no uncertain terms?

Judge, Judge, Judge, what my partner said

was fully within ethical bounds.

It falls short of being actionable,

but it is, at the very least, too cute by half.

This new witness is disallowed.

A-A-Attorneys always talk to their witnesses...

Thank you, Counselor.

Disallowed? Why?

Well, it's very complicated.

What, it's too complicated for a waitress?

No, no, of course not.

The judge feels that I tampered with a witness.

Did you?

No.

Well, then who screwed up, you or the judge?

Look...

you know, I...

I have to make decisions based on a strategy,

and I walked a thin line,

and the judge feels I crossed that line.

Sort of.

You came to me,

and you convinced me that we could win this.

I did.

And I've been telling Luke

about how his life is gonna get better.

But it's not, is it?

Because youcrossed a line...

sorta.

And now Ihave to tell him that.

Oh. Hi.

Hi.

Luke,

I'm gonna give you two a moment alone together.

I'm gonna be right in the kitchen, okay?

Go ahead.

Hi, Luke.

I don't know if you remember me--

I'm Nick Morelli, one of your lawyers.

You got a lot of trophies.

I was always a... baseball guy myself.

Well, really more of a Cubs fan.

I used to love listening to the Cubs.

Jack Brickhouse.

When I was, uh...

I was probably about seven years old,

when my old man came home-- he was a bit of a drinker--

anyway, he says to me,

"One of these days, Nicky,

you and me are going to catch a game at Wrigley Field."

And every time I listened to the game,

I could picture me sitting in the bleachers above the ivy,

soaking up the sun.

And for the longest time,

I thought it was going to happen.

But my dad didn't do what he said he was going to do.

I'd always wished that he just didn't say it.

I screwed up, Luke.

I screwed up the case.

And I'm going to do everything in my power to fix it.

Because I'm a scrapper, I'm a fighter,

just like you.

I'm gonna take another run at it.

Okay?

Dr. Cassidy, have you received any complaints

regarding the packaging of your epinephrine product?

Galloway receives numerous complaints

about all our products.

We carefully investigate each one

and proceed accordingly.

And in this instance, did you find the labeling

of this epinephrine product to be problematic?

Just as it's our obligation as a company

to make a product that's safe,

it falls upon the medical professionals

to administer that product correctly.

Any literate person, as EMTs are obviously required to be,

can see, simply by reading the label.

Galloway's held up our end of the bargain.

We screwed?

Yeah.

Nick, we can't let this woman down

after all she's been through.

Tell me about it.

I had them leave off the dressing.

Ugh!

We could have found you some dressing, Nick.

I'm upset. Okay, I like to eat when I'm upset.

Now I got to eat

this bunny food-- this low cholesterol crap.

And it makes me more upset!

Ugh, Zoey, why? Why is there shrimp

on this pizza?

Who puts shrimp on pizza?

A): The shrimp's only on my side,

and B): Shrimp on pizza's yummy.

Yeah, but it could have seeped onto mine. I'm allergic to shrimp.

Haven't you learned anything from this case?!

I can't eat this now.

Pete.

How allergic to shrimp are you?

Violently.

Your Honor, I submit into evidence

this medical file of my partner Pete Kaczmarek.

Your Honor will observe on the third page a notation

stating that Mr. Kaczmarek

suffers from shellfish allergies.

Relevance, Your Honor.

Court's indulgence?

Okay, Pete.

Your Honor...

Mr. Morelli?

Dr. Cassidy, you said that any literate person

should be able to tell the two dosages

in question apart, is that correct?

That's right. Your Honor...

Make your point quickly, Mr. Morelli.

Dr. Cassidy, based on my partner's allergy there,

how will that shrimp affect him?

Your Honor, this is ridiculous.

Isn't that true that his throat will start to close?

He won't be able to breathe?

That he might even go into anaphylactic shock?

Objection. Relevance, Your Honor. Somebody call a medic.

Why get a medic, when we have a doctor

right here on the stand?

Now, one of these is the right amount

and will get my partner to breathe again.

The other one will kill him.

Which one should we use, Doctor?

I don't have to answer this.

His throat is closing, Doctor.

Which one should we use?

Pick the right one, so the man can breathe.

Mr. Morelli... Come on, save my pal, Doctor.

He is dying there. Which one?

Just pick one!

That one.

You picked the wrong one.

You just O.D.'d my friend.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...if the doctor who works for the company

can't pick...

the right dosage...

how could anyone?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

"In the case

"of Noland v. Galloway Pharmaceuticals,

"we the jury find the defendants negligent

"for product packaging,

"and liable in the sum of...

"$1 million in compensatory damages.

"As plaintiff was overdosed with ten times

"the intended amount,

"we award punitive damages equaling a total payout

of $11 million."

Oh... oh...

I don't know what to say.

Thank you so much...

...for the case, and for Luke.

Thank you.

I am taking everyone to Bruno's tonight

in celebration.

And guess what? I'm buying.

You sure you want to watch people tucking into steaks?

Oh, I am gonna punish a porterhouse all of my own.

Got the test results back--

my cholesterol is at a new low.

So I am gonna celebrate by eating whatever I want.

Way to go, Nicky.

I will be there.

But I got a question. Hm?

How did you know that doctor was gonna pick the wrong vial?

Well...

you know, I've been a lawyer a lot longer than you.

Also one-one hundredth.

They were both wrong.

Bold, Nicky.

Very bold.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm taking everyone out to eat to celebrate.

I'm breaking my cholesterol fast.

Hm.

I already ate.

Mm-hmm.

You know, uh, rumor has it

that Sonya's new attorneys

made a settlement with Galloway.

Yeah, I heard that.

That's really great.

You know...

we're a pretty passionate group here.

We-we get charged emotionally,

because of our involvement with our clients.

That's why we knew you'd be a perfect fit.

You sure you're not hungry?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Thanks, though.

Saying "screw you" is a pretty rough thing to say to your boss.

Not compared to what was in my head.

Okay.

Good night.

Ah...

Yeah?

Hey.

I've got good news and bad news.

Okay. The bad news first.

I'm not switching jobs.

I like where I am.

Okay, fair enough.

And the good news?

I thought maybe

I could come by later on and...

lose my other earring.

No way!

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