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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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