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What the hell are you doing?

Protecting my ball. I don't care about
the ball. I care about the shoes. That's

the way I play. This isn't a game,
Conway. It's a commercial.

Look around.

We're all on the same team. That's how I
play whenever I play. Stay still. Let

me take a look at you, okay? Fine.

Gee, did that hurt, Howie? Because it
sure looked painful.

You okay?

I used to think kids and dogs were hard.
Give me a pudding commercial any time.

All right. Excuse me. Coming through.

Whoa, look at this.

Smurfs with thyroid problems, huh?

Hey, Malik. How you doing, man? Nice to
see you.

Where's the seven -figure Burger Town
endorsement deal you promised me? It's

the pipeline, bro. It's in the pipeline.

Give my love to your wife, all right? I
don't have a wife. Oh, cool.

Give them babes something to dream
about. You know what I mean?

Hey, Brent. Nice to see you, buddy.
What's going on? Bodine.

When are you going to renegotiate my
deal with this lousy team?

I'm on it. I'm under it. I'm around it.
I'm through it.

You know, this blue, it really breathes
out your eyes. Get out of here. Hey,

there's the man I want to see.

Well, well, well, those shoes look
great.

And, you know, I'm the guy who put you
in them.

I thought we're not fired, George. I'd
rather have to see you again.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm going to be your
reflection until I get that half a

million dollars in commissions you owe
me.

You know, it takes a lot of gas to drive
a shiny red Humvee. I wouldn't give you

the change between my couch cushions.
Well, that's a shame.

Because that'd probably just about put
us even.

Whoops. See you in court, boy chick.

The kind without the hoops.

There he is, Howie Superstar.

Get your wings fresh, man. I got you a
gig on Touched by an Angel.

Wayne, will you get me some ice?

$20 million a year.

You know what?

It's easy for you to take a shot at
somebody's back, but you ain't got the

to do it, big as a face.

Break it up! Break it up!

You bit my...

How did it happen anyway?

He tried to break up a fight.

Those guys are huge.

I'm glad he didn't break his jaw.

I wonder it's not broken.

It's my fault. I recommended him for
that Mustang, John. Mark, he's an adult.

There's no way you could have predicted.
I'm standing between two of the

greatest talents to ever share a court,
and it's a very volatile mix. It's like

matter and anti -matter. Predict that
his ego would go completely out of

control. As a doctor, I'm the one who's
got to hold the whole team together. I'm

like the glue.

A physician, sure, but I'm also a
friend, a counselor, a spiritual leader.

the Nobel Committee has been informed.

You're not encouraging him, are you?

I'm just trying to get an autographed
jersey for the PBA auction.

And that requires another endless
recital of Jesse's basketball

Apparently.

Jesse, I don't want to dash your hopes
and your dreams, but when I recommended

you to Dave Clark, it was just as a
doctor.

And I appreciate it. I mean, this...

It's been like a condensed residency in
the highest levels of sports medicine.

Really? Yeah.

It's the best job I've ever had.

Too bad it's only temporary.

Which means you better get to work in
that jersey, Jess.

Ah, you'll get it. And you know what?
I'm also thinking about putting my name

for a permanent position as the team
doctor.

Whoa, look at the time. Oh, yeah. It's
getting late. What do you think I'm

kidding? I'm serious.

Just get out of here and take your
poison with you.

Sue you for everything you've got if I
thought they paid you anything.

Is there a problem?

Outside of Nurse Mendeley, if you're
trying to poison my client, no,

everything's fine. Thank you. I'm Dr.
Amanda Bentley, chief of pathology. And

you're having a problem with one of our
nurses, I need to know about it. My

problem, doctor, is with your entire
medieval system of dose them up and

them out medicine. But, Ken, it hurts.

Hey, you think I'm not suffering here?

I'm passing a freaking kidney stone just
thinking about my top client in pain.

But come on, man.

I'm not running for their medicine
cabinet.

How bad is the pain?

I just got my nose bit off, lady. How
bad do you think it is? Calm down.

Your attending physician prescribed
Oxycodone. Would you like me to get you

No.

He would not.

Ken, my nose hurts.

More than losing the Dash Cola
endorsement?

You have got a date with a needle,
remember?

I thought you took care of that. I did.
I opened up a dialogue. We had a

substantive discussion.

And we came to an understanding.

But I still got to take the test.
Basically, yes. Here.

Here. She wanted it.

Doctor.

Go ahead. It'll make you feel like $15
million.

Well, $13 .5 after my commission.

Nature's natural health -alizer. Yeah.

I'm the West Coast distributor.

Ah. Made from the same endangered
rainforest tree bark eaten by the

Indians in their sacred ritual.

Which, as I'm sure you know, are the
healthiest people on Earth.

Does it actually relieve pain?

You could say that. Could you?

Well, not until the FDA lifts the
restraining order, no. But my lawyer

me that it's just a matter of time
before those fascists crumble under the

weight of massive scientific evidence.

Which, by the way, would make this a
perfect time for you to get in as a sub

-distributor.

Tell me, do you harvest the bark before
or after the Indians eat it?

Okay, just keep that up a little bit.

Thanks.

All right, who's next?

Malik Sealy.

Is that Mr. Sealy?

Alright.

Alright, Doc. Hey, be careful. That arm
has worked a lot.

You got it. It's not going to do any
permanent damage, I promise you. Okay.

You know, I play a little ball myself.

Is that really good?

No.

His blood is red.

What they think, I expect it to be
green.

Or gold.

Howie. Man, where were you?

My lawyers checked the players' union
contract, and your agent was right about

every one of his objections.

So you're going to call off the drug
test, right? I want to, because I want

do right by my players.

But what?

Before I realized my mistake, someone
mentioned the testing to the Dash Cola

guys. What?

Anyway, they want the names of anyone
who refuses a test. I'm terribly sorry

that causes you a problem, but I promise
it will never happen again.

Who told them?

Sorry,

Howie. See, that's cold. They don't want
players with good taste. They want

players who taste good.

Yeah, nothing like a little cannibalism
to sell product, right?

Yeah, see, that's why I signed three new
deals after my little slap.

What? Yeah, well, too bad the new
Thunder Shoes Speed Meister XLQ wasn't

them. What are you talking about, man? I
am Thunder Shoes.

Then why am I holding the first pair of
XLQs off the assembly line?

Give me that. I'm sorry, my man. Didn't
you read the confidentiality clause in

the Thunder Shoot contract?

Oh, yeah.

That's only that new important campaign,
right?

The $1 ,000 says there's no shoes in
this box.

Jesus,

you win.

You're a dead man.

You took my nose, so I took yours.

We'll take that blood test right now.

You did good work in there, Travis.

The players did the hard part. I just
put the needle in.

It's more than that. These drug tests
can get ugly, turn players against

management, but they seem to like you,
trust you.

Just doing my job.

I don't know what your future plan's
involved, but if sports medicine is an

interest, well, maybe we can work
something out.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You gotta help me.

Okay, okay, come on. Let's go back in.

Well, it doesn't say here what you
usually take for allergy attacks.

I try not to take anything. Those drugs
mess me up worse than allergies do.

They make you drowsy?

Man, it takes my edge off.

That's why I switched to holistic
medicine.

You mean those natural pills made from
herbs and bark?

Yeah.

They do any good?

Oh, they're great.

Marinating chicken.

But, uh, you know, if you want some real
allergy relief, why don't you try a few

of these samples?

It's a phenomenon.

Guaranteed not to cause drowsiness and
it won't take your edge off.

Are you taking any other medications or
are you allergic to any other

medications?

Just that chicken marinade.

Oh, I take a lot of concentrated garlic.

What do you take that for?

Anyone who tries to block me.

Is it possible the case just fell off
the seat?

Oh, sure. And it's possible that I
forgot to latch the top.

And it's possible that all the vials
slipped out of the container that was

specifically designed to prevent that
from happening.

And it's possible that it was all caused
by a 6 .9 earthquake that maybe nobody

seemed to know it.

I have to ask these questions, Jesse. I
know, Steve. It's just I've heard them

all. And nobody's going to be harder on
you than you.

Except for those two cops at the car
washing.

Saw my floor map. They thought I was
Jeffrey Dahmer's little brother.

There's no sign at all that Jesse's
car's broken into.

Not a trace.

Oh, yeah, and it's possible that I
forgot to lock the door of my new car,

I happen to spend a fortune on.

Oh, Jesse, nobody's blaming you.

That's because nobody knows yet.

Do you think these players are going to
be thrilled when they find out they have

to be tested again?

Well, one of them a lot less than the
others.

You think one of the players smashed all
the vials to hide his own drug use? You

know what? Howie Lanier was fighting
pretty hard to keep from being tested.

You know, if it was on drugs, postponing
one day is not going to substantially

change the result.

Maybe it was enough to just delay it.
You know, they don't get tested for drug

use every day.

You can't fire me from this commercial.

My endorsement future is riding on this
ad.

But your nose.

Man, you're shooting the shoes.

Come on, look, can't you shoot my face
later?

I'm sorry, Howie.

Keep the shoes.

Our treat.

Yeah, well.

Only wear what I'm paid to wear.

If we lower the hoop, maybe you can do
that with a ball someday.

I won't forget this.

I don't think any of us will.

How do they squeeze in practices between
movies, commercials, and photo shoots?

The marketing's what gets people to
watch.

It's as important as how they play.

You play back!

How's Jesse?

Shaken. We all are.

Desmond Conway was a professional
athlete in peak condition.

Hardly a candidate for a heart attack.

And from what Jesse tells me, his
medical file doesn't show any history of

coronary problems.

Well, maybe we should take a closer look
at the file.

He had heart problems?

Not until today.

What are you getting at?

The first thing I noticed about him was
that he had a very high white blood cell

count.

Looked like he was fighting an infection
or...

Allergy? With the help of an antibiotic,
chlorothromycin.

Well, that's not unusual.

Well, I also found traces of the allergy
medication for phenidin in his system.

If you combine those two, you get
ventricular fibrillation.

But Jesse wouldn't make a mistake like
that. I know, I know. I just felt that

you should hear it from me first before
I make my official determination public.

Cause of death is possible in negligent
homicide by fatal drug interaction.

Do you have any idea what that'll mean
to Jesse?

Mark, I have no choice.

I checked his file before I gave him the
sample of terfenidine. I mean, there

was nothing in there showing that Dr.
Gilman had prescribed lorithromycin. I

mean, you can look at the chart
yourself.

It's being sent over.

Did you ask him if he was taking any
prescription medication?

Did I? Oh, come on. What kind of doctor
do you think I am? Jesse, I'm sorry, but

I had to ask, and unfortunately, I won't
be the last.

It wasn't in the chart. He didn't tell
me that he was taking it. I believe you.

If medication isn't in a patient's chart
and he doesn't tell me that he's taking

it, how... How am I supposed to know?
No, you're right. I just thought... If

Conway was taking antibiotics, why
wouldn't he tell me?

Huh? I mean, it's not illegal, and it's
certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Of

course it's not. I don't know why... I
mean, normally I would have double

-checked with his physician, but, you
know, the hereafter is a long way to go

for a medical consult. Jesse, it's not
your fault.

Whether it is or isn't, it's not open to
debate.

But it will be once I get my hands on
Conway's chart.

Excuse me, Dr. Travis?

Yeah, that's me.

Neil Ryder, legal counsel for Community
General.

Good news travels fast.

A David Clark just came to see me.

He's naming you in a $100 million
wrongful death suit.

Since you're on our staff, we're being
named as well.

I don't believe this.

The hospital will be holding a fitness
hearing in 48 hours to decide whether to

revoke your privilege to practice here.
In the meantime, you're on paid leave.

Look, we can clear this all up in a
couple of minutes. All you have to do is

take a look at Conway's chart. I have.

Here's a copy.

You might want to look at it a little
more closely this time.

I also suggest you get yourself good
legal counsel.

He was prescribed chloroform, I say.

I swear to you, Amanda, this page was
not in the chart when I read it.

What's Jesse doing here?

Don't bother knocking.

Nobody's home.

Jesse, you can't break into Conway's
house.

What are you doing here?

I'm not here. What are you doing here? I
came to check out those pills to see

who prescribed them and when. Now you
get down from there and go home.

You don't see me. I don't see you. I am
the county medical examiner, which makes

me an officer of the court.

Hey, well, I'm not in court.

Not yet.

You'd think a guy like Conway would set
his alarm.

How do I know you haven't stolen that
bottle of antibiotic to save yourself?

You could search me.

You're missing the point.

No, look, the point is my career is at
risk.

I mean, what would you do? Just sit on
your hands and rely on friends? Or would

you do anything you could to save
yourself?

All right.

I don't see you.

You're not here.

Never thought I'd be glad to hear a
woman say that.

Well, this guy has his own hall of fame.

You want to see Desmond's first diaper?

No, I'll pass.

It's inscribed.

You know, most people keep their
prescription drugs in their master

He was a humble fellow, wasn't he? No.

Oh. Faith, I don't want you anywhere
near the medicine chest.

But you said I wasn't here.

Find anything?

Yeah. Health -O -Lizer high -energy
formula powder, 100 % organic, all

ingredients, take three times daily.

Is that all?

No, there's more. There's Health -O
-Lizer shaving lotion, Health -O -Lizer

vitamins, Health -O -Lizer deodorant.

You know, I don't see one prescription
drug. I don't see any genuine medication

for that, man. What have you got?

Conway's bedside reading.

His entire life story in news clippings
from the first diaper until the nose

bite.

Somebody's here

Red

Humvee

You okay?

I'm okay!

Look what you did!

I think I saw whose car that was.

Well, good for you.

You know, even in high school,

this Conway was an exceptional player.

Mm -hmm. And an exceptional jerk.

He deliberately hammered an opponent
into the basket post during a game.

a poor kid's skull off him.

Well, you broke Tommy Taylor's arm when
you tackled him in the Malibu High

Playoffs. You know, accidents happen in
sports, especially at this age. Yeah,

but you won't find Tommy Taylor in my
scrapbook. It's not something I'm proud

of. Conway's got every injury but his
own in here.

You got a point.

Remember when you caught the fly ball
with your nose?

Every time I look in the mirror.

Hey, guys, I read some tests on the
health formula I found at Conway's home.

Let me guess.

Sucrose, fructose, vitamins, minerals,
and amino acids.

Good, but you left out one ingredient.

Fiber.

Clarithromycin. It's as though somebody
smashed up the pills and laced it in the

powder.

That's no accidental drug interaction.

That's murder.

And Jesse's the weapon.

Where's Jesse now?

Well, remember I told you I was at the
house alone and that I lost the intruder

because my car got cut off?

Yeah.

It was Jesse who cut me off.

Jesse was with you?

Actually, he was there when I arrived.

You realize how this looks.

Now someone can argue that Jesse stole
the prescription and spiked the vitamin

mix to make it look like murder instead
of malpractice. Well, Steve, what was I

supposed to do, physically subdue him?
No, but when I find him, I might.

Where is he?

I don't know. He drove off, but he did
say he had an idea who the intruder was.

If you're nice to me, I'll teach you how
to rub two sticks together and make a

fire. Pretty cocky for a guy with the
muscle tone of a jello mold.

I have something for you.

No, don't hurt me.

Take this with a glass of milk three
times a day. With a little aerobics and

weight training, the next time I choke
you, you might have 30 to 40 seconds

before you pass out.

Next time, huh?

She is in secret.

Stallone with Hooters.

Just what the world needs more of. Yeah.

Oh, right now, she's my personal trainer
and bodyguard, but she is going to be a

major star.

Ken's developing her Achilles movie for
me.

Yeah, you bet your abs, baby.

And, you know, her health formula is
going to make her the Mrs. Fields of

fitness.

Really? Well, you know, I'm thrilled for
the both of you, really.

But don't you think that going to jail
for stealing Conway's MVP trophy and for

nearly choking me to death is going to
kind of put a crimp in things?

Conway owed me a half a mil in
commissions.

Now that he's dead, maybe this trophy
will help me get back a little piece of

it. You know, I'll probably never see
the rest.

I'm the real victim here.

If you and Conway were on the outs, then
how come his shelves are filled with

this health -alizer mix?

Because it's a superior product, and it
tastes great.

That's right.

All my clients, the entire galaxy of NBA
superstars are using it.

And I'm sure they all wanted to endorse
it, except for Conway.

Well, that's enough reasons to hate the
guy.

Maybe even enough to want him dead.

Except I'm not the doctor that poisoned
him.

No offense.

If we lower the prices any further on
those houses, we might as well give them

away.

Yeah, well, I don't care what those
other developments charge.

Bella Vista County Estates is a prestige
address. We spent more furnishing our

models than they spent building theirs.

You think hard on updating your resume,
Jimmy.

You got a lot of guts coming down here.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't
important.

We found clarithromycin in Conway's
health drink.

So you just proved our case?

Well, the antibiotic comes in pill form.

If Dr. Gelbman gave Conway a
prescription, why didn't we find a pill

Why would he mix it in his vitamin
shake?

Maybe Conway didn't like to swallow
pills. What difference does it make?

doctor's incompetence killed him.

The thing is, if Jesse's right, it could
be that Conway didn't even know he was

taking it himself.

Why would anybody spike his vitamins
with antibiotics?

Why, indeed, especially when it's
lethal.

That's what I'm trying to find out.

I'm asking you to drop the suit against
Jesse just till I find out what

happened.

I'll tell you what happened.

I lost my headline player, and now my
team, which was worth $100 million,

probably won't sell for a quarter of
that.

Oh, I see. You were counting on that
sale to offset some of your real estate

losses.

And that drug test will show potential
buyers that the team was clean.

You know, it's a good thing you insured
Conway, because now you can keep the

team and sell it to creditors. What are
you implying? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Just relieved that you came out of this
thing on your feet.

I intend to do the same thing for Jesse.

You know that? That's all right, baby.

Just fooling around.

Trying out the hook shot?

Yeah.

You should work on your crossover
dribble. My cross what?

I don't think I could ever do that. Most
of the time, he can't either.

Come on, G.

It's okay. Come on.

Come on.

Savannah, don't you like cats?

Well, it's a habit.

Conway was allergic to them and was
supposed to keep them out.

I didn't know basketball took cats.

Oh, it's all the popcorn and the
pretzels and the hot dogs. It brings

So Mr. Clark got cats to kill them.

Most people use poison.

Oh, Mr.

Clark doesn't care what other people do.
He does what he thinks is best.

I have noticed that, Arden.

Most people wouldn't even consider
hiring a guy with cerebral palsy, but

Clark knew it was the right thing to do.

Well, I sure hope the new owner feels
the same way about it.

Mr. Clark would never sell the Mustangs.

I hope you're right about that.

But you know, you ought to take a look
around, just in case.

Well, I guess I'll have to find somebody
else with Mr. Clark's courage.

A guy who needs job openings for an
orderly who moves slow but works hard.

Tell you what.

If it comes down to that, give me a
call.

All right.

Hey, Doc.

Come to watch us play?

Aye, Howie, no.

I'm taking one last shot at convincing
David Clark not to sue poor Jesse.

Yeah, pity what's happening to him. I
kind of like the guy, you know? Yeah.

Hey, listen.

Maybe you'd use your new influence to
help me.

My influence?

Well, yeah. I mean, with Desmond gone,
you're the new star of the team.

I've always been the star on this team.

Yeah, I'm sorry. All you hear is Desmond
Conway. I guess I just assumed. Des was

a freak show, you know? I mean, he got
all the airtime.

Uh -huh. He got the endorsements, too.

I already had a $50 million shoe
contract.

Well, wasn't that the commercial you
were doing one time?

Yeah. Say hello to the little guy for
me. Yeah.

Uh -oh.

Something wrong?

I think I locked my keys in that car.

You need a hand?

No, I'll take a cab back home and get
the extra set. I'm a half an hour from

here. Why don't you hold these?

What are you going to do?

A little trick I kind of picked up as a
kid, you know.

That's amazing.

I guess I'm out of practice.

It took a little longer than it used to.

How long did it take you to break into
Jesse's car and smash those blood vials,

Howie?

What are you talking about?

You're jittery. You can't stand still.

Guess that's my electric personality.

You're addicted to pain pills, Howie.

If that would have showed up on those
blood tests, you've got all the

How'd you get hooked?

I guess it was a practice session before
the start of last season.

Conway hit me when I was in the air.

I just came down too hard on my knee.

Your own teammate.

Plus, I hated him.

I started taking the pills for the pain.

Then I just started inventing pain so I
could keep taking it, you know?

Then I just stopped pretending.

Look, you're not going to tell Clark
about the pills, are you?

I don't know if you want to quit.

These people can help you, Howie.

Quietly.

Thanks.

Did Dr.

Gelman ever do anything for these people
besides prescribe drugs?

As far as I can see, they were a healthy
bunch.

There was an outbreak of strep throat
about a month ago, but other than that,

nothing.

Well, there's not even a hint of
preventative medicine anywhere in here.

the slightest injury results in drugs.

Okay, so Dr.

Geldman was sloppy.

At least nobody died while he was there.

Jesse, there's only a few allergy
medicines that don't cause drowsiness.

doctor would have prescribed exactly the
same thing.

Well, how would the killer know that
Conway would need allergy relief at the

right time?

You still have the clothes that Conway
had on when he died?

I sure do. They're in my past lap.

Well, I think that we're going to find
the other half of the weapon right

Uh -huh.

Just exactly as I thought.

There's cat dander all over Conway's
clothes.

And not just the ones he was wearing. I
checked out the clothes in his locker,

and they were covered, too.

Somebody put it there deliberately to
make sure he had an allergic reaction.

Probably the same person who put the
chlorothromycin in the health formula.

That's a safe assumption.

Well, save for the guy who did it,
because we still don't know who that is.

I got a hearing tomorrow.

Jesse,

Dad's been looking all over for you.

Your hearing starts in less than an
hour.

Yeah, it slipped my mind entirely.

Sorry I bothered you.

The truth is, the only thing I've been
thinking about.

Oh, man, I'm so scared.

Worse than the time you were infected
with a genetically altered smallpox?

I was the victim of an infection I had
no control over. That's totally

different.

You've been in tight spots before.

You always manage to come out all right.

Those times, it wasn't my fault.

It's not your fault this time, Jeff.

But what if I missed it?

I mean, what if that page was in the
chart and I didn't see it?

What if Conway mashed up the antibiotics
and put it into his health formula?

You really believe that's what happened?
No, but maybe I'm just fooling myself.

Maybe... Maybe this is just my
subconscious protecting my conscious

horrible truth that I can't bear to
face.

I thought you gave up watching soap
operas for lunch.

Either that or Barnaby Jones reruns.

Whatever happened to Mark Shearer?

You didn't miss a page, Jesse.

It wasn't there when you left.

Conway was murdered.

He was set up.

But, you know, right now, that's just
your theory.

I mean, all I got is my word against
theirs.

You got something going for you that
they don't.

The truth.

Sounds to me like somebody's been
watching those Barnaby Jones reruns at

Did I sound like Mark Shearer? Oh, yeah.

Mr.

Ryder, what is your recommendation to
the board?

I believe it is in the best interest of
our patients to release Dr. Travis from

his obligations to community general.

Mr. Chairman, I think it's a little soon
to be making any decisions about Dr.

Travis' future.

And it's certainly not based on the
information we have. Right at the

don't have all the facts yet.

We know enough.

Dr. Travis prescribed terfetidine to a
patient who was already taking

clarithromycin. A first -year med
student wouldn't make that kind of

Jesse didn't.

It says very clearly in Conway's chart
that he was taking clarithromycin.

That notation wasn't in the file when
Jesse read it.

So what we have here is a file folder on
one side against Dr.

Travis's word on the other.

You'll both have to do better than that.

Last month, an event occurred that
almost forced the L .A. Mustangs to

game. Can you tell us what that event
was?

Some kind of bug hit everyone from the
towel boy to me.

Looked like half the team was going to
be too sick to play.

And what did you have?

Dr. Gelman said it was strep throat.

And what did the team physician
prescribe for all of you to treat this

Clarithromycin. A prescription noted in
almost every employee and player's

chart, including Desmond Conway's.

The L .A. Mustang did play that game,
though, didn't they?

Yes. We beat Chicago by 20 points that
night. And who scored half those points?

Desmond Conway.

As a matter of fact, that was one of his
best games of the season.

That's pretty amazing for a man who
supposedly had strep throat.

The guy was a superstar.

Now you know why.

I'm dead.

No, he's just getting wound up.

I hope you're right.

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry. We have a moment, please. Sorry.

We've got another point for our team.

I guess nobody blames you for being
nervous.

You're kicking me out of my own hearing.

I want you to go find Dwayne, the team
over.

Dwayne the gopher? What do you want him
for? To save your neck.

Dwayne was there when you did the blood
test, and he witnessed the fight between

you and Conway, right? Right.

Then go get him down here as fast as you
can to testify for your right of way.

Okay, I'll tie him down and stick him in
my trunk if I have to.

Doctor.

We'll be back in just a moment. He asked
me to continue on for him, if I may, on

his behalf.

I'd like to call Dr.

Amanda Bentley to the stand, if I may.
She serves with the medical examiner's

office. Maybe she could explain her
findings.

Thank you, Mr. Clark.

What am I supposed to say?

As much as you can for as long as you
can.

Dr. Bentley, your autopsy showed that
Conway died of cardiogenic shock caused

an interaction between terfanidine and
clarithromycin. Yes.

Did you ever locate the prescription for
that antibiotic or even the actual

pills in the possession of Mr. Conway?
No.

Well, how then was it administered?

It was ground up in a health formula he
presumably took each morning.

Mm -hmm.

Now that...

Is that a standard way to administer
that kind of medicine or any kind of

medicine? Absolutely not. How can you
monitor the dosage if the pills are

up in a wheat germ vitamin powder?

So it's almost as if somebody had spiked
that health drink without his

knowledge, would you say? That would be
my guess. Her guess.

Now, when you examined his medical
records, did you find any pre -existing

medical conditions?

Only a problem with allergies,
particularly to cats.

Cats. So it would be safe to say that if
he had an allergy attack, he might have

been given terfenidine by a doctor.

And if the doctor or Mr. Conway didn't
know that he was on the antibiotic... It

could kill him.

Thank you.

But you don't actually know if Conway
put the antibiotic in his health stuff

himself, do you?

I don't know.

In fact, this whole scenario is a
hypothesis.

There are no real facts to back it up.

I wouldn't say that.

Of course you wouldn't.

Thank you.

If I may, I'd like to ask...

Dwayne Roberts will come up and answer a
few questions for us.

How long does this charade have to go
on? I mean, we are talking about a

issue here. What possible insight can
the cowboy provide?

No offense.

I beg the indulgence of the board.

Just take a moment or two.

You have a moment then, but that's all,
Dr. Sloan. Our patience is wearing thin

here. Thank you, Dr. Bentley.

Dwayne, thanks for coming down to help
us out.

No problem.

Dwayne, what is your job?

I keep the locker rooms clean, and I run
errands, and I

do the laundry, and I get Gatorade and
towels for the players.

Shoe away the cats?

Whatever they ask me to do, I do. My job
description is pretty loose.

You're one of the few people who has the
run of the entire facility, including

the players' lockers, right?

Yeah, Mr.

Clark.

You like basketball?

I'm not in a job because I like cleaning
toilets.

Would you like to play?

With cerebral palsy, I'm just happy to
be able to walk in a straight line.

Playing basketball isn't even a
possibility for me.

But it was once, wasn't it?

Never cerebral palsy is something you're
born with.

You should know that.

I do.

Not long.

Cerebral palsy is a disorder that
affects the entire body, not just half

body. That's usually caused by stroke,
possibly a head injury.

Like the one you got in high school when
Desmond Conway slammed you against the

backboard post.

It's not me.

It's not even my name.

If you had cerebral palsy, you couldn't
have blocked that ball the way you did.

Desmond Conway did more than hurt you,
didn't he? He destroyed your future.

Stole your dreams.

You've got the wrong person.

My right arm has always been stronger.
I've been working on it for years.

As a matter of fact, Wayne, even without
that accident, you'd have never made

pro. I mean, you were.

Okay, but you weren't great.

You didn't have the talent and the skill
that Conway had.

I mean, even back then, he was
extraordinary.

You were just playing.

Conway lived that game.

I mean, those moves came to him as
naturally as breathing.

He was. No better than me.

The only reason he got where he was
instead of me was because he took me

assassinated me.

So you assassinated him.

You had strep throat.

That's where you got the antibiotic that
you put in his drink. And you had

access not only to the locker room, but
to the files.

Nobody knew more about his allergies
than you did. That's right. I took this

so I could get close to him. I
exaggerated my illness.

And you know what? I didn't even have
to. I worked a stinking locker room for

two years. And you know what?

He didn't ever recognize my face.

He didn't remember the face of a man
whose life he destroyed.

You set up that drug interaction.

You altered the chart, student.

It's all about their getting all your
claim.

The women.

The endorsements.

That should have been me.

And it would have been me.

But he took it.

He stole it from me.

So you stole a career from Jesse, huh?

It was the only way.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Travis remain on the staff of this
hospital and that no mention of this be

made in his file.

Your recommendation is accepted and this
hearing is over.

Where the heck's the doctor?

I'm dying here.

It's fatal, right?

Would you come to measure me for a slab
in the morgue? What's wrong?

I can't stop throwing up. I think I got
the black death or the red death or one

of those major colored deaths.

Well, maybe it's food poisoning.

No, that's not possible.

All I had to eat was some of my health
-alizer meal packets.

Let's put him on an IV, saline, sodium
and potassium, 5 milligrams promazine, 0

.6 milligrams atropine.

Man. You know, the Tamakomi Indians,
they used to eat this stuff all the time

their sacred rituals.

Well, tell me, have you ever seen one of
these Indians afterwards?

No, no, they all disappeared like three
or four million years ago. And you may

have just discovered why.

Gee, the little stick drawings on their
caves were so healthy looking.

Hey, you know, maybe I could market this
as a diet program.

Amanda, you've been hiding from me. Yes,
but suddenly you seem like the better

alternative.

I'll take that as a compliment. No wait
wait doctor.

You know I can still get you in on a
very lucrative sub -distributors I'd

appreciate it if you could rush the
whole street autopsies Oh, but I was

planning on taking my time savoring
every last moment, but since this is

what happened to you I'm sorry

I was just jumping down the court. I had
no idea I was bouncing the ball off

your head. No idea? Well, that was my
strategy. And I bet you didn't even

I stole the ball from you. Not until he
dropped you through the basket. Yeah,

well, it's still two points for me. I
had possession. You guys don't even know

the rules.

We know the rules. You're the one in the
wheelchair.