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That MVA.

Awake but disoriented.

Blood pressure is 90 over 50, pulse 124.

No evidence of facial trauma, just
abdomen and knee.

He's got a liter and a half in the rig.

Acute abdomen. Let's get him into
surgery. Dad.

Look all over.

Jesse. BP is 90 over 50. Acute abdomen.
We're going to set up an OR1.

Sorry, son.

You were in a car accident. You'll be
fine.

All right. Watch his arm.

He's okay.

He lathorated his spleen, but we were
able to take care of it through the

You were in there so long.

Well, you know, his right knee didn't
look too good, so I figured as long as

were in there, we should scope him. So I
fixed it. I'll need to spend a few days

in physical therapy, but otherwise, he's
going to be fine.

I tell you, between the VIP nurse's
treatment and the Demerol, he's going to

himself a good night's sleep. I suggest
you go home and do the same.

Yeah, I think I will.

You staying?

I just want a cup of coffee.

Yeah, well, I'll be going.

Oh, hey, by the way, those are great
looking shoes.

Yeah, I got another pair just like them
at home.

Do you have any more of that estromycin?

You're giving all the samples away to
indigent patients again.

That's why you gave them to me in the
first place.

I thought I was supposed to be the
salesman around here.

You know, you never did give me an
answer.

About what?

Like we have lunch.

Tomorrow. Hey, you're on.

Is that the drug rep from Zentex
Pharmaceutical?

Yeah, Robin Hilton. She's kind of cute,
huh?

Yeah. Did you check in on Steve?

Yeah, he's still sleeping.

Zentex is in the middle of some trials
for a new cancer drug.

Aren't they Lexamine?

Yep.

Didn't I hear that you invested a bunch
in the stocks for Zentex?

A bunch?

On layman's terms, yeah, you could say a
bunch.

But the actual technical term is
truckload.

Jesse, no offense, but isn't that just a
little bit like insider trading?

Insider trading? No, no, that's not
insider trading.

Let me get this straight. You take kind
of cute Robin once, and you find out how

the clinical trials are going on the
numerical drug.

You determine how many truckloads of
stock you're going to buy based on the

information that Robin gives you. Now,
isn't that just a little bit like

trading? Not at all. No, not at all.
First of all...

Pharmaceutical stock analysts follow the
trials and report through the media.

All right, so anybody with any interest
in these trials can hear about them on

the evening news.

Well, that's right, Dan Rather talks
about lexamide every night.

Secondly, we won't know the final
verdict on lexamide until the FDA

publicly. Until then, everyone has an
equal chance to buy Zentex stock now or

later. I'm just betting that the trials
are going to be successful.

Based on information you get from the
drug rep. Yeah, and Dr. Hart, who

to be...

A very good friend of mine.

And, you know, besides, I follow up on
all the patient's progress myself.

It's not insider trading.

It's more like standing on the outside,
peeking into the door trading.

I need backup.

It's been a murder.

They were struggling over something, and
then... Wait a minute, they knocked

over a bottle of something.

It was red or orange on that wall,
right?

They must have cleaned it off somehow.

Steve. The doctor had a knife.

I'm telling you, I saw them as clearly
as I'm seeing you now.

It sure wasn't a dream.

The patient was in that bed. The doctor
was fighting with him. It was no dream.

It must have been the Demerol.

What are you saying? I was
hallucinating?

That happens sometimes.

Post -op medications can interact.

I had a patient who thought she saw a
soccer game going on in her room.

It seems so real.

For what it's worth, Steve, nobody's
been in this room since you were

last night.

You just take it easy and take care of
yourself and get better. I brought you a

shaving kit and that Robert Craze novel
you were reading.

Thanks. The important thing is to get
you off to physical therapy right now.

We've got to keep that knee flexible.

Niche? Oh, yeah, you tore a meniscus.
Jesse had to fix it.

You gonna let him come near me with a
knife?

It'd be great if I took that sports
medicine seminar in Denver last year.

Grateful doesn't begin to express how I
feel.

You know, I could have gone to an asthma
conference in Bora Bora.

Yeah, but the skiing's not nearly as
good there, huh?

You know, you help a guy out, you make
sure that he's gonna walk again, and

is the thanks you get.

Pete Pond?

Yes. Hi.

Robert Timmons.

I'll be helping you with your rehab.

We said we'd get started with a couple
easy stretches.

He might leave you in good hands.

I'm really sorry to tell you about your
husband.

It happened rather suddenly. I mean, I
stopped in to see him around eight, and

his vital signs were normal. But then at
the next shift, I was on duty when he

took a turn for the worse.

I see.

We gave him high doses of antibiotics.

We couldn't turn it around.

Well, I guess I better... I just wasn't
expecting... Is there someone

that we can call for you?

No.

Well, I guess I better make some
arrangements or something.

Oh, my coat. I left it in Edgar's room
last night. I'll get it for you.

Thank you.

It's a red cashmere.

Mrs. Wellers.

I know you and your husband were having
a tough time. I just want to say that. I

know. He was so awful, wasn't he?

You know, my Aunt Pongy always used to
say, we all have a purpose in life, even

if it is just to serve as a horrible
example.

I'm sorry. I don't know about that.

Oh, I didn't mean you.

I'm sure you did everything you could.

Well, I guess I better call some funeral
homes.

Hey, Walter. How's it going?

Hey. Just lost one of our trial
subjects.

Lexamide trials.

What? When?

Just a couple of hours ago. I was just
talking to his wife.

Oh, man.

When he was 64, he had colon cancer.

And the lexamide was beginning to make a
difference. I mean, his CEA was coming

down. Not soon enough, huh?

Well, it wasn't the tumor that got him.
He was in septic shock.

You know the source of the infection?

No. But it looked like staph in the gram
stain.

I mean, his fever spiked in the middle
of the night. By the time the resident

caught it, it was too late.

Widow take it pretty hard?

I heard them fighting last night when I
was on my rounds.

I mean, you'd think, since he had died,
that she might feel a little, you know,

bad. She doesn't.

Who can figure people out?

Well, I'm going to make my report to the
FDA, Bill.

Probably want to start the protocol over
for a new patient.

And we've got a long waiting list, so it
shouldn't take too long.

If he wasn't taking the lexamide, he
probably would have succumbed to the

by now anyway. But still, I think you're
going to give someone a few more years.

Tanya, would you send this to Dr. Sloan
with one of my bucklets, please?

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Tanya, let me see Steve Sloan's chart
again.

Sure.

Okay, it doesn't say which aid brought
him up from the emergency room. I'm

pretty sure it was Rocky.

I need to talk to him. Do you have any
idea where he might be?

I'll check.

What are

you

doing?

Hi.

Probably nothing.

What's all that?

Oh, I asked your captain if I could
bring these over. These are your

cases.

Were you worried I'm going to have a
little too much extra time on my hands?

you know, I got to thinking that maybe
this thing you saw, the murder, the

hallucination, maybe in some way it's
related to a case you were working on,

that's why it was so real to you. You
thought that if I took a look at some of

my old cases, I'd realize which one was
making me hallucinate. Maybe.

Look, Dad, I appreciate what you're
doing, but I didn't make this up.

A man was killed in this room.

He knocked something over when they were
fighting. There was a stain on that

wall. How about a John Doe strangled in
Griffith Park?

Two gang members in a knife fight.

Yeah.

Well, according to the witnesses, they
had their baseball caps on backwards.

Now, a baseball cap on backwards could
look like a scrub cap.

Steve.

See? What's the matter?

The TV's wrong.

What TV?

The TV in the room where the murder took
place was on the left side of the door.

This one's on the right.

This is where you're supposed to be
resting.

You're going to get better if you don't
rest.

That's it.

I spoke to the aide who brought you down
from recovery, and he said that he

placed you in this room for a couple of
hours until your room was ready.

And that's when I saw the murder.

All right, just for the sake of
argument, let's say there was a murder.

No, Mark, I did the autopsy on Edgar
Willard, and he died of an overwhelming

staph sepsis, a very resistant strain.

No knife wounds?

No knife wounds.

Still, it's very strange. You know,
Steve thinks he sees a murderer, and in

fact, a patient dies in that very room.

And what about the beta dial on the
wall?

Hey. Hey. I spoke to Dr. Hart. What did
he say?

Well, apparently Wellers was in the
middle of a pretty ugly divorce.

She wanted him to break off the prenups,
but he refused.

And if they had gotten divorced, well,
she would have walked away with a very

small settlement.

And now that he's dead... Yeah, she gets
everything.

You know, Hart also said that during his
rounds last night, he heard the two of

them fighting in Edgar's room.

I suppose if he did get physical, one of
them could have knocked that bottle of

betadine against the wall.

Guys, Weller's died of a staph
infection.

What time is my physical diagnosis class
this afternoon?

Four.

Gives me plenty of time.

Plenty of time for what?

Oh, you wouldn't happen to have Mrs.
Weller's address with you?

There is no harm in covering all the
bases.

Hey, musician.

Beg pardon?

Are you the musicians?

Oh, no, I'm Dr.

Mark Sloan from Community General
Hospital.

May I talk to you for a moment?

About what?

Won't take long.

Sure, come on in.

I'm very sorry about your loss.

Yeah, well, you know, trying not to
dwell on it.

Can I fix you a drink?

No, no, thank you.

This is a little bit awkward.

You were in the hospital, I believe, the
night your husband died.

Yes.

Did you by any chance have a fight that
night?

My husband and I fought every day we
were married.

Why would the last day be any different?

Oh. Do you think you threw anything at
each other?

Throw anything? No, we argued, but...
Well, do you think you could have...

thrown or knocked over a bottle of
betadine that might have splashed on the

wall.

No, he was laying in bed.

We yelled at each other, I left, and he
came back in the morning and he was

gone.

What is this all about?

Well, some questions have come up about
Edgar's death.

You know, it probably doesn't mean
anything, but would you allow us to

second autopsy, just to be sure?

Sure. You want him?

He's all yours.

Oh, you had him cremated? Yeah, this
morning.

Well, I'm expecting some people in a few
minutes, you know, for the wake.

You're welcome to stay if you'd like.
Oh, thank you, but no.

What took you so long?

Don't be so sure of yourself.

Could have been somebody else wheeling
themselves into your room.

I don't know anybody else that's
obsessing over a murder that never took

You thinking about that knife?

Me too. No knife wounds. Take a look for
yourself.

I've gone over the toxicology screen
again.

Antibiotics, pain medication, a
sedative, the lexamide. The only thing

the ordinary is the fact that the staph
infection traveled so quickly.

There is some bruising.

Perfectly normal.

Patients who are very ill do bruise
around their injection sites.

What about this?

What? Right there. Is that something?

Well, that could be a tear. Sometimes
when a patient moves too suddenly during

an injection, the skin does tear due to
the needle.

It's not that uncommon.

Stop!

A syringe.

That's what I said.

He was stabbed with a syringe.

But you said the infection spread
quickly, right?

Yes, it had to have been a very virulent
strain when resistant to antibiotic

treatment. Could it have been injected?

Look, here's what I think happened.

The guy I saw in Weller's room injected
him with a sedative that knocked him out

and then a highly concentrated dose of
sap infection to kill him.

So now you're saying we have doctors
roaming the halls killing people? I'm

saying that. What are you saying?

You have various strains of staph in
your infectious disease lab right here.

Who would have had access to them?

Can I see the sign -in sheet from last
night, please?

Sure thing.

It doesn't look like a hospital issue.

A. Wellers, 9 .15 p .m.

Wife?

I really find it hard to believe that
any of our technicians would sign some

stranger into the lab without seeing
identification.

It wasn't even a signature, really. It
was printed.

Anybody could have printed her name.

There's still the matter of the red
threads.

Now, both Dr. Hart and Dr. Walker
confirmed that Ashley was wearing a red

cashmere coat the night of the murder.

I like her for this, guys. She seems to
be perfect for it. But without a

signature or a definite match on the
coat, we don't have enough for an

Sushi, anyone?

Where'd you disappear to?

Oh, I was out doing a little bit of
research.

Where? The two guys from Osaka?

They're in a few other places.

Gentleman's Request, June 1990.

The nurses of Gentleman's Request. Take
a look.

Uh, thanks, but I still have my novel to
finish.

I think you're going to take a look at
the film.

Man, it's so unlike you.

Whoa, Ashley Nelson, registered nurse,
Community General Hospital?

Nelson? Was the nurse at this hospital?

You'd think you'd remember someone like
her. Well, if she was dressed like that,

maybe I would.

Okay, so this must have been before she
married Edgar Wellers. Yes, she was on

private duty after his first heart
attack.

With a body like that, I'm surprised she
didn't give him another one.

How'd you find out about this?

I went to see Dr. Hart.

He seemed to know a lot about his
patient's personal history.

So I asked him how did Edgar meet his
wife.

The rest is literary history.

Here's her nursing profile.

Right here.

So she would know about hospital
protocol and infectious diseases, yeah.

to administer a lethal injection to a
troublesome husband.

She'd also have a community general ID.

Expired. That could be fixed.

Mrs. Wellers has a lot of questions to
answer.

This is ridiculous.

Just because I didn't like him doesn't
mean I killed him. Mrs. Wellers, what

were you doing in the infectious
diseases lab?

I wasn't there.

We'll know the answer to that if there's
a match on the threads of your coat.

If this is some kind of an attempt to
blame Edgar's death on me, I'll sue

community general right out of
existence.

Edgar died under your care, not mine.
Mrs. Wellers. If you have anything else

say to me, tell it to my attorney.

Thank you.

Well, it wasn't exactly a confession.

The threads match. We don't need one.

Really?

Here, ten.

About how my luck's been going, all
right?

Full house.

Deal me out. I'm done.

Sorry to see that surgery didn't hurt
your poker game any.

You operated on my knee, Jesse, not my
brain.

Yeah, my mistake.

You in?

You know, it's just that whoever killed
Edgar Wellers was wearing full scrubs, a

mask, and a cap.

See, first of all, no one even believed
there was a murder.

Then you proved that there was. You even
figured out who the murderer was.

So relax. You can stop working the case.

Yeah, I'm just not sure Ashley Wellers
killed her husband.

You were sure yesterday.

No, you were sure. I just didn't know
how to dispute the evidence.

Well, it is pretty hard evidence to
dispute. I mean, she's a nurse.

We have threads of her coat tying her
into the infectious disease lab. She

her husband. Now that he's dead, she
gets everything instead of nothing if

they'd gotten a divorce.

It just seems like someone would have
noticed if a woman that looked like her

was wandering around the lab wearing a
bright red coat.

Two cards.

How many?

I need to talk to her.

Well, the last thing she said to us was
if we had anything else to ask her, we

could contact her attorney.

Well, you're just going to have to
convince her to come see me.

Me? I don't think so.

Well, then I'll just have to go out
there myself.

You're not going anywhere until that
knee's better.

Well, you're just going to have to talk
to her again, then.

Steve, you know, I'm beginning to think
you are suffering from a mild

concussion. You're seeing double and
hearing nothing.

All right. I'll talk to my dad. He'll go
out.

I'm sure he will. How many?

None. Give me none.

Keep nice straight.

Hi.

I wonder if I might speak with you for
just a moment.

Hey, Sloan.

Getting in some extra reps, huh?

Yeah, anything to help me get back on my
feet.

Well, just don't overdo it.

You'll weaken your immune system and
leave yourself open to all kinds of

Oh, hey.

When you see Dr. Travis, tell him I took
his advice.

Got some of that Zentex stock.

Yeah.

Down six bucks.

I'll tell him.

So we missed our projected second
quarterly earnings by one percent.

The talking heads advise their clients
to sell, and we drop six points in one

hour. It's ridiculous.

You sure it was the quarterly reports?

Yeah, what else could it have been?

Anything wrong with the lexamide trials?

Jesse, how long have you known me?

If there was a problem with the trials,
don't you think that I'd tell you?

You would tell me. Listen, Zentex is
doing great.

When lexamide comes out, these stupid
talking head stock analysts will be

looking for a new line of work.

Yeah. Do you look at the menu? No.

Why? Have you heard something?

About what?

The lexamide trials.

No. What would I hear?

Well, you're at the hospital. You hear a
lot of things.

No. I mean, except for Edgar Weller's
death.

From lexamide. No, of course not. There
are causes.

Yes. So no problem. No problem. Okay.
Okay.

You do know about the trials at Keller
Memorial Hospital, don't you?

Dr. Travis.

I was just looking for Dr. Hart.

Guess he left already.

You know what time he'll be back?

Not really.

Looks like he has a new patient for the
lexamide protocol.

That's good news, huh?

Yeah, that's good.

I'll catch up with him later.

Hi. Detective Steve Sloan?

Yes. I'm Ashley Wellers. I understand
you wanted to talk to me.

Yeah, well, after I slammed the door in
your dad's face for the third time, he

went out to the beach side of my house
and started serenading me.

He made me laugh.

He's good at that.

Well, he said that you needed to talk to
me and that if I was innocent, you

could be the best friend I could have.

So I'm here.

There's some things about your husband.

Death don't quite add up to me.

I don't think you killed him, but the
evidence against you is pretty strong.

I didn't do it.

Can you explain how a thread from your
coat got into the infectious diseases

lab?

If they're threads from my coat?

My partner Cheryl called this morning.
They match.

I left my coat in Edgar's room that
night. I suppose anyone could have gone

and pulled threads.

Can you tell me what you and your
husband argued about the night of his

Yes. He wanted to leave the lexamide
trials.

Why?

He said he was getting all these side
effects, dizziness, nausea, itching. I

said, who cares as long as it stops the
tumor?

But he was determined to leave.

You're positive about that?

Yeah. He had me bring up all the forms.

He said he was going to go to the press
to Mike Wallace, tell the world that

lexamide was a fraud.

I tore up all the forms and threw them
in his face.

I mean, I didn't like him, but I didn't
want him to die.

I thought Lexamide was helping.

Ask Dr. Hart. He'll tell you.

Well, to be perfectly honest, I mean, I
was hoping it didn't have to come out. I

did report the side effects, and I
thought, and I still think that my

responsibility ended there.

The patient who wanted to leave the
protocol is murdered, and you hope that

one has to discover that.

I don't believe that he was murdered.

I don't believe you cared one way or the
other.

Look. I was angry that Wellers wanted to
leave him, and I get furious when

people enter clinical trials, take
advantage of the best medical care there

and then drop out before the trials are
completed.

Furious enough to stop them?

You are way on line, pal.

You know, Steve, I can understand why
you would think that he's involved with

this murder.

Did you know Edgar Wellers wanted to
leave the lexamide trials?

No.

What other secrets has he kept from us?

Look, I believe in Walter Hart.

I've read his research papers. His work
on colon cancer is extraordinary.

Have there been any other problems with
the Lexamite protocol?

I'm not a community general.

Has the research been carried out at any
other hospitals?

Yeah. Keller Memorial.

It had to be stopped.

Why? Because the population did not
reach statistical significance.

Too many participants either dropped out
or died of other causes.

What are the causes?

Heart failure, pneumonia. These aren't
healthy people taking Lexamide.

Can you get me a list of the causes of
death?

You're going after the wrong guy.

Jess, will you get me a list?

Yes, I can. You're just going to prove
that heart is innocent.

Are you busy?

Hi.

What are you doing here so late?

I needed to talk to you about the Keller
Memorial Trial.

Okay. What about it?

Were there any deaths due to staph
infection at Keller?

I... I don't recall.

I was over there this afternoon.

Someone's asking questions. If there's a
problem... There is no problem.

You're sure?

Because if anything else were to delay
the rollout of lexamide... It won't.

I'm glad to hear that.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Doc.

When the night nurse checked in on him
about 30 minutes ago, he had a fever of

103. His BP was back to 90 over 50, and
he had a pulse of 120.

And everything was all right when he
went to sleep? You can check the chart

yourself. This has got to be the same
strain.

Staph? Yeah, resistant to antibiotic
treatment.

I gave him maximum doses of broad
-spectrum antibiotics.

I even gave him a dose of vancomycin.
Nothing.

Maybe we should put him on the Zolidex.

It hasn't been approved yet.

We can't let this infection get the jump
on us. That's what happened to Edgar

Wellers. It could be toxic.

I know the risk, Essie. So knock his
kidneys out. If we don't act, he could

I'll take care of it.

Hey, how's it going?

Well, he held his own during the night,
but still no improvement.

Hey, Mark.

He's in there with him. I think they're
both sleeping.

Jesse, if there's an outbreak of staph
infection in this hospital... There

isn't. There isn't.

What about Steve?

I know. Steve Sloan, Edgar Wellers,
Doris Shumway.

Doris Shumway.

She was a patient at Keller Memorial.

Steve asked me to find out the causes of
death at the Keller Memorial trials.

The last patient to die during those
trials, the one who caused the studies

come to a complete halt, died of a
sudden virulent staph infection.

Did Steve know?

Not yet.

And I bet he was given the staff to keep
from finding out.

I don't understand why anyone would want
to kill Edgar Wellers just because he

was dropping out. None of the other
patients died during the trial.

It's just too much of a coincidence to
be random.

We have to figure out what the motive
is.

Why did Dr. Hart kill Wellers?

You know, I bet that the answer lies in
those research notes.

Oh, he'll never turn those notes over to
us. Besides, there's far too much data

for us to go over.

But I could pull up Doris Shumway's
autopsy report.

Jesse, can I talk to you?

Hey, good morning, Jesse.

Something wrong?

I've just been up most of the night
trying to save the life of my best

Steve Sloan.

Oh, the detective.

You know, what I'm trying to figure out
is why would a man whose research is

going so well risk everything to stop
one patient from leaving the protocol?

You want to just tell me what you're
saying?

We know that the lexamide is working.

It's killing the cancer cells. It's
prolonging life.

There'd be no need for a patient to stop
taking it unless it was doing more harm

than good.

My research is all well documented.

You can look it up if you like.

The published documentation is only what
you've parceled out.

Meaning what?

What else is in the research records
that you haven't disclosed?

Is this a discussion about medical
research, doctor?

This isn't a discussion about the life
of my friend. Or is this a discussion

about your portfolio?

Look, my investments have nothing to do
with this. Are you sure? Because it

sounds to me like you're trying to find
a fall guy for your investment mistakes,

and I will not be made your villain,
Jesse.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a
patient to admit.

But then I had an interesting
conversation with Robin Helton.

She told me she saw you at Keller
Memorial last night trying to get rid of

Shumway's records.

I went to Keller to review Dora
Shumway's records.

They had been removed.

Fortunately, she wasn't cremated like
Edgar Wellers.

My colleague, Dr.

Bentley, is going over to the DA's
office today to request an exhume order.

I'm pretty sure that a new autopsy is
going to prove that the lexamide was

killing her before you finished the job.

You are so wrong about this. I hope
you're right. You're going to kill the

most... effective cancer drug we've seen
because of these fantasies. Walter, no

drug is worth killing patients over.

Steve's coding.

I'll come with you.

You're not going near him.

How long has he been in V -Fib?

About one minute.

Charge the pedal to 200.

Charging.

300. Come on, Steve. 300 charging.

Clear.

360. 360 charging. Ready. Clear.

He's back.

Normal sinus rhythm.

is guilty, he's convinced himself he is.

I keep praying he isn't.

Well, it's the only thing that makes
sense.

You know, when you followed him to
Keller Memorial, you picked him up in

parking lot, right?

No, I was waiting down the hall from his
office.

So you saw him leave his office and go
to his car?

Yes.

Why?

I was thinking that he must have gone
downstairs to inject Steve with the

first. Well, couldn't he have done that
when he got back?

He must have, but it makes the time
pretty short.

You sure you got to Shumway's files
before he can get a hold of them? Yeah,

there were no notes in her files to
indicate any side effects from the

And nothing to indicate that she was
thinking about leaving the trial? No.

no way to prove that the death infection
that she died from was in any way out

of the ordinary?

Mm -mm.

Wow. If he is killing his patients, he
is doing a hell of a job covering it up.

Yeah.

We'll find what we need in the second
autopsy.

How's Steve doing?

Better.

I thought, until the fibrillation, I'd
touch and go.

Anything I can do?

No.

Well, I will, uh... I'll call you when I
get a hold of Shumway's autopsy.

You're exhausted.

No, I'm fine.

Why don't you go home? I'll stay here
with them.

You haven't had any more sleep than I
have.

I tell you what, I'll flip you for it.
Heads I stay, tails you leave.

Okay.

I'll go down to my office and take a nap
on the couch. I'll be back in four

hours. Don't you make it six.

Dr. Sloan. Yes.

How's your son doing?

He seems to be doing better. Oh, that's
great.

Tell him we're all pulling for him.

Thanks, I will.

Oh, and tell him to forget what I said
about Zentex.

About what?

I was ragging on him about the Zentex
stock going down after I took Dr.

Travis's advice and bought some.

Oh.

Who else has been taking Dr.

Travis's advice?

Who hasn't been?

Kind of feels like it's our drug, you
know?

Lexamide. Trials being here and all.

Dr. Walker, he's placing bioters almost
every day.

Walker on an intern salary?

Seems like everybody's into the stock
market these days.

Yeah.

Thank you, Robert.

Sure.

Mark, I've been looking all over for
you. I'm afraid I have some bad news on

Shumway autopsy. You know, I was just at
the credit union. We've been looking in

the wrong direction.

What's your bad news?

You go first.

How did you get them to reveal Walker's
credit report?

I didn't. I said, just tell me if I'm
wrong. He didn't say anything.

Well, even if Walker did empty out his
savings account, that doesn't mean he

invested it in Zentex.

No, but if he did, he'd be desperate to
be sure that drug got approved.

He'd have as much riding on as Dr. Hart
does.

Listen, would you ask security to meet
me up in Steve's room? I think I should

talk to them. Sure. All right. Oh, what
was your bad news?

Oh, I heard from my friend who works at
the DA's office.

I'm afraid we're not going to get that
order to exempt Shumway's body.

Walker. Come on,

Walker.

Come on.

You all right?

Can I ask you a question, Dad?

What? It's another dream.

Why do you ask that?

Because you're beginning to hurt.

I'll just be glad to get home, get out
on the beach, do some surfing.

Now, you don't want to start overdoing
it too soon.

Oh, Dad, believe me.

Getting out on the sand and surf,
getting some exercise is exactly what I

I'll meet you at 4 o 'clock. Same place.

You got it. I'll be there.

Bye.

Steve, you checking out already?

Yeah. I'm so proud of this knee, I think
I'll go jogging with you and Robin this

afternoon. Yeah, I don't think so.

See, two is company, three is... Too
many?

Too many.

Hey, where's Cheryl called?

They're arraigning Vincent Walker next
week.

You know what I can understand?

Why didn't he just dump that Zentex
stock when the market dropped?

He couldn't. He was out on margin. The
guy invested every cent he had in it. So

when the stock went down and his broker
started calling him asking him to pay

off the margins, he panicked.

Well, I can see not wanting to face
financial failure, but murder?

Look, if Edgar Weller said anything bad
about Lexamite to the press, Walker's

house of cards would have come crashing
down.

I know why he went after Steve. He was
afraid Steve was on to him.

But why did they go after you?

Because I had seen them snooping around
Hart's office. It was just a matter of

time before we put it all together.

Oh.

All right. I see somebody I owe a pretty
big apology to.

Excuse me.

Dr. Richard, station 25. Dr. Trump.

Well, how do you think... See?

This came for you.

Oh, who's a pro?

I didn't open the car.

Detective Sloan, thank you for believing
in me. Thank you for believing in

yourself. If you need a private duty
nurse, I'm always on call.

Henry Weller.

Save me the chocolate.

You know, you should think about getting
a private duty nurse.

Yeah. You seem like a lovely person on
the inside.

Well, I'm sure she is, but I'm fine,
thanks. Well, you don't just see you

completely on your feet again.

Pistachios?

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