Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 8, Episode 5 - The Patient Detective - full transcript

Bad M.V.A.; awake,
but disoriented.

Blood pressure's
90/50, pulse: 124.

No evidence of facial trauma,
just abdomen and knee.

He got a liter and a half
in the rig.

Acute abdomen.

Let's get him into surgery stat.

Jesse?

B.P. is 90/50,
acute abdomen.

We're going set up
in O.R. One.

Sorry, son.

You were in a car accident.



You'll be fine.

Hey. He's okay.

He lacerated his spleen,
but we were able

to take care of it
through the scope.

You were in there so long.

Well, you know, his right knee

didn't look too good,
so I figured

as long as we were in there, we
should scope it, so I fixed it.

He'll need to spend a few days

in physical therapy,
but otherwise

he's going to be fine.

I tell you, between
the VIP nurses'
treatment

and the Demerol,
he's going to get a
good night's sleep.

I suggest you go home
and do the same.



Yeah, I think I will.

You're staying?

Yeah. Just one cup of coffee.

Okay. 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 Lestromycin?

You're giving all
the samples away

to indigent patients again.

I thought that's why you gave
them to me in the first place.

I thought I was supposed to be

the salesman around here.

You never did give me an answer.

About what?

When can we have lunch?

Tomorrow.

Hey, you're on.

Isn't that the drug rep
from Zentex Pharmaceutical?

Yeah, Robin Helton.

She's kind of cute, huh?

Yeah.

You checking on Steve?

Yeah. He's still sleeping.

Doing pretty well though.

Zentex is in the
middle of some trials

for a new cancer drug,
aren't they? Lexamide?

Yep.

And didn't I hear that
you invested a bunch

in the stocks for Zentex?

A bunch? In layman's terms,
yeah, you could say "a bunch."

But the actual technical term
is "truckload."

Well, Jesse, no offense,
but isn't that

just a little bit
like insider trading?

Insider trade... No, no.

That's not insider trading.

Let me get this straight.

You take kind-of-cute Robin
to lunch, and you find out

how the clinical trials
are going

on the new miracle drug.

Yeah.

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 insider trading?

No 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.

Oh, that's right.

Dan Rather talks
about Lexamide every night.

Secondly, we won't know

the final verdict on Lexamide

until the FDA
announces it 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 happens to be...

a very good friend of mine.

And, you know, besides,
I follow up

on all the patients'
progress myself.

It's not insider trading.

It's more like
"standing on the outside

peeking in
through the door trading."

Oh.

I need backup.

There'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.

Look, I'm telling you,
I saw them as clearly

as I'm seeing you now.

You're sure it wasn't a dream?

Look, 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?

Jesse:
That happens
sometimes.

Post-Op medication can interact.

I had a patient
who thought she saw

a soccer game
going on in her room.

It seemed so real.

For what it's worth, Steve

nobody's been in this room
since you

were admitted last night.

You just take it easy

and take care of yourself
and get better.

I brought your shaving kit

and that Robert Crais novel
you were reading.

Thanks.

The important thing is

to get off
to physical therapy right now

We have to keep
that knee flexible.

Knee?

Oh, yeah. You tore
a meniscus.

Jesse had to fix it.

You let him come
near me with a knife?

Just be grateful 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
is not nearly as good there.

You help a guy out,
you make sure that
he's going to walk again

and this is the thanks you get.

You Sloan?

Yes.

Hi. Robert Timmons.

I'll be helping you
with your rehab.

What do you say we get started

with a couple easy stretches.

Steve, I leave you
in good hands.

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

It happened rather suddenly.

I stopped in to see him
around 8:00

and his vital signs were normal,
but then 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'd better...

I just wasn't expecting...

Is there someone that
we can call for you?

Or a...?

No.

Well, I guess I'd better
make some arrangements, or...

something.

Oh, um, 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, uh,
I know you and your husband

were having a tough time.

I just want to say that I...

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

You know, my Aunt Pongie
always used to say

"We all have a purpose in life

even if it is just to serve
as a horrible example."

Uh, I'm sorry. I-I-I don't
know about that. I-I'm a...

Oh! I didn't mean you.

I'm sure you did
everything you could.

Well...

I guess I'd 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 hours ago.

I was just talking

to his wife.

Oh, man.

When he was 64
he had colon cancer.

The Lexamide was beginning

to make a difference.
The CEA was coming down.

Not soon enough, huh?

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
on the gram stain.

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?

Uh... I...
I heard them fighting

last night
when I was in my rounds.

I mean, you'd think,
since he had died

that she might feel
a little, you know, bad.

She doesn't?

Aw, who can figure people, huh?

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

They'll probably want
to start the protocol over

for a new patient.

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 cancer by now anyway

but still...
you think you're going

to give someone
a few more years.

Tanya, would send this
to Dr. Sloan,

with one
of my buck slips, please?

Of course.

Thank you.

Tanya, would you have
Steve Sloan's chart again?

Sure.

Thanks.

Okay, it doesn't say

which aide 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. Uh, probably nothing.

What's all that?

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

These are your unsolved cases.

What? You worried
I'm going to have

a little too much
time on my hands?

No, I got to thinking

that maybe this thing
that you saw... the murder?

Yeah, hallucination?

Maybe in some way it was related

to a case you were working on

and that's why
it was so real to you.

You thought, if I took a look

at some of my old cases

I'd realize which one
was making me hallucinate.

Maybe.

Dad, I appreciate
what you're doing

but I didn't make this up.

A man was killed in this room.

They 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?

Yep, one disappeared, and
the other ended up dead.

According to the witnesses

they had their baseball caps
on backwards.

Now a baseball cap on backwards

could look like a scrub cap.

Steve? Steve?
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.

Listen, you're supposed
to be resting.

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

There it is.

That's it.

I spoke to the aide
that 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 Wellers

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 murder

and, in fact, the patient dies
in that very room

and what about the Betadyne
all over 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 pre-nups, but he refused.

If they had gotten divorced

she would have walked away
with a very small settlement.

And now that he's dead...

Yeah. She gets everything.

Hart also said,
during his rounds last night

he heard the two of them
fighting in Edgar's room.

If they did get physical,
one of them

could have knocked that
Betadyne against the wall.

Guys, Wellers died
of a staph infection.

What time is my Physical
Diagnosis class this afternoon?

Jesse:
4:00.

That gives me plenty of time.

Plenty of time for what?

Ah... Oh.

You wouldn't happen to have

Mrs. Wellers' address,
would you?

Ha-ha.

Great.

There is no harm in covering
all the bases.

Hi. Musicians?

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?

Just take a second.

Sure. Come on in.

I'm very sorry about your loss.

Yeah, well, you know,
I'm 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... 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 Betadyne that might
have splashed on the wall?

No. He was laying in bed.

We yelled at each other, I left

and... I 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 perform a second autopsy...
Just to be sure?

Sure. You want to?

He's all yours.

Oh. Well, y-you,
you had him, uh...

Cremated? Yeah,
this morning.

Well, I am expecting
some people in a few minutes...

You know, for the wake.

Yes.

You're welcome
to stay if you'd like.

Oh, thank you, but no.

Gracias.

What took you so long?

Don't be so sure of yourself.

It could have been somebody else

wheeling themselves
into your room.

I don't know anybody else

that obsessing over a murder
that never took place.

I keep 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
out of 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.

A syringe.

That's what I said.

He was stabbed with a syringe.

You said the infection

spread quickly, right?

Yes, it had to have been
a very virulent strain

one resistant to
antibiotic treatment.

Could it have been injected?

Steve...

Look, here's what
I think happened.

The guy I saw in Wellers' room

injected him with a sedative
that knocked him out

and then
a highly concentrated dose

of staph infection to kill him.

So now you're saying
we have doctors

roaming the halls
killing people?

I'm not saying that.

What are you saying?

You have various strains

of staph in the Infections
Disease Lab right here.

Who would have had
access to them?

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

Sure thing.

Thank you.

That doesn't look
like a hospital issue.

A. Wellers, 9:15 p.m.

His wife?

Mark:
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, too.

Well, both Dr. Hart
and Dr. Walker confirm

that Ashley was wearing
a red cashmere coat

the night of the murder.

Yeah. I like her for this guy.

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 arrest.

Amanda:
Sushi anyone?

Where did you disappear to?

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

Where? At the "Two
Guys from Osaka?"

There and a few other places.

Gentleman's Request, June 1990.

"The Nurses of
Gentleman's Request."

Take a look.

Ah, thanks

but I still have
my novel to finish.

I think you're going to want

to take a look
at the centerfold.

Amanda, this is so unlike you.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Cheryl:
Whoa!

Cheryl:
Ashley Nelson, Registered Nurse,
Community General Hospital?

Nelson? Was a nurse
at this hospital?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

You think you'd remember
someone like her.

Well, if she was dressed
like that, maybe I would.

This must have been before
she married Edgar Wellers.

Yeah, she was on
private duty after
his first heart attack.

Steve:
Well, with a body
like that

I'm surprised she didn't
give him another one.

How did you find out about this?

Amanda:
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, too.

Amanda:
And how 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.

Mrs. Wellers:
This is ridiculous.

Just because I didn't like him
doesn't mean I killed him.

Amanda:
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 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. Weller...

If you have anything else

to say to me,
tell it to my attorney.

Here, miss.

Thank you.

Well, it wasn't exactly
a confession.

Mm-hmm, if the threads match,
we don't need one.

Amanda:
Three ladies.

Hmm. Pair of tens.

That's 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.

Ah, you operated

on my knee, Jesse, not my brain.

Yeah, my mistake.

You in?

No.

You know, it's just that
whoever killed Edgar Wellers

was wearing full scrubs,
a mask, and a cap.

Steve, 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 hated 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 wondering around a lab
wearing a bright red coat.

Two cards.

How many?

I need to talk to her.

The last thing
she said to us was

if we had anything
else to ask her

we could contact her attorney.

You're going to have
to convince her
to come see me.

Me? I don't think so.

I'll just have to
go out there myself.

Jesse:
Ah, you're not going

anywhere until
that knee is 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.

What do you mean, none?

King high straight.

Oh, well...

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 weaken your immune system

you leave yourself open
to all kinds of things.

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
our clients to sell...

and we drop six
points in one hour.

That'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... did you
look at the menu?

Do you know what you want?

Yeah.

Why?

Have you heard something?

About what?

The Lexamide trials.

No.

But what would I hear?

At the hospital
you hear lots of things.

No, I mean, except for
Edgar Wellers' death.

Not from Lexamide.

No, of course not.

Other causes.

Yes!

So, no problem.

No problem.

Okay.

Okay.

You do know about the trials

at Keller Memorial
Hospital, don't you?

Walker?

Oh!

Dr. Travis.

I was just looking for Dr. Hart.

I 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.

It's good news, huh?

Yeah, that's good.

I'll, uh, 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.

Hmm, 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's death

that 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-I suppose anyone could have
gone in and pulled threads.

Can you tell me what you
and your husband argued about

the night of his murder?

Yeah, he wanted to leave
the Lexamide trials.

Why?

He said he was getting
all these side effects:

dizziness, nausea, itching.

I-I said, "Who cares,
as long as it stops the tumor?"

But he was determined to leave.

Are you 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.

Hmm, the patient who
wanted to leave the
protocol is murdered

and you hope that no one
has to discover that.

I-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.

I mean, I-I get furious when
people enter clinical trials

take advantage
of the best medical care

there is, and then
drop out before the
trials are completed.

Furious enough to stop them?

You, you are way out
of 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 mean, I've read
his research papers.

His work on colon cancer
is extraordinary!

Have there been
any other problems

with the Lexamide protocol?

Not at Community General.

Has this research been carried
out with any other hospital?

Yeah, Keller Memorial.

It had to be stopped.

Why?

Because the population did not

reach statistical significance.

It means that
too many participants

either dropped out
or died of other causes.

What other 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, but you're
just going to prove

that Hart is innocent.

Dr. Hart?

Are you busy?

Hi.

What are you doing here so late?

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

Okay, uh... what about it?

Were there any deaths due
to staph infection at Keller?

I... uh, 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.

Working late, doc?

When the night nurse

checked in on him
about 30 minutes ago

he had a fever of 103,
his B.P. was back to 90/50,

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 the maximum doses
of broad-spectrum antibiotics.

I even gave him a dose
of Vancomycin... nothing.

Maybe we should put
him on the Zovadex.

That 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, Jesse.

It could knock his kidneys out.

And if we don't, he could die.

I'll take care of it.

Hey. How's he doing?

Well, he held his
own during the night

but still no improvement.

And 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?

Oh, 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
to come to a complete halt...

Died of a sudden
virulent staph infection.

Does Steve know?

Not yet.

And I bet he was given the staph

to keep from finding out.

I don't understand

why anyone would
kill Edgar Wellers

just because
he was dropping out.

No other patients died

during the trials.

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

We have to figure out
what their 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, it'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 just been up most of the night

trying to save the life
of my best friend.

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.

Y-you want to just tell me
what you're saying?

We know
that 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-you can, uh...
you can look it up if you like.

The published documentation

is only what you 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 is a discussion
about the life of my friend.

Or is this a discussion
about your portfolio?

Hey, look, my investments
have nothing to do with this.

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 Doris Shumway's records.

Yes, I went to Keller

to review
Doris Shumway's records.

They had been removed.

Fortunately, she wasn't cremated
like Edgar Wellers.

My colleague,
Dr. Bentley

is going over
to the D.A.'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,
these fantasies.

Walter, no drug
is worth killing patients over.

Steve is 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 paddles to 200.

Charging.

Clear.

300.

Come on, Steve.

300, charging.

Clear.

Three-sixty.

360, charging. Ready.

Clear.

Jesse:
He's back.

Normal sinus rhythm.

Oh, thank God.

Mark, it's all right.

It's all right.

Well, if Hart is guilty

he's convinced himself he isn't.

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 the parking lot, right?

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

You saw him leave his office
and go to his car?

Yes.

Why?

Well, I was thinking

that he must
have gone downstairs

to inject Steve
with the toxin 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 could
get a hold of them?

Yeah, and there were no notes
in her files

to indicate any side effects
from Lexamide.

And nothing to indicate
that she was thinking
about leaving the trials?

No.

And no way to prove

that the staph infection
that she died from

was in any way
out of the ordinary?

Mm-hmm.

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.

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.

Hey.

You're exhausted.

No, I'm fine.

Why don't you, uh, go home?

I'll stay here with him.

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.

Why don't you make it six?

Oh, hey, Dr. Sloan.

Yes?

How's your son doing?

He seems to be doing better.

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' advice

and bought some.

Oh.

Who else has been taking
Dr. Travis' advice?

Who hasn't been?

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

The Lexamide trials
being here, and all.

Dr. Walker, he's placing
buy orders almost every day.

Walker... on an intern's salary?

Seems like everybody's
into the stock market

these days.

Yeah.

Thank you, Robert.

Sure.

Whatever.

Mark, I've been looking
all over for you.

I'm afraid I have some bad news

on the Shumway autopsy.

You know, I was just
up in 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."

She 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

the drug got approved.
He'd have as much

riding on it 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.

Oh, uh, what was your bad news?

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

I'm afraid we're not going
to get that order

to exhume Shumway's body.

Hmm.

Walker!

Walker?

Are you all right?

Can I ask you a question, Dad?

What?

Is this another dream?

Why do you ask that?

Because they'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 need.

I'll meet you at 4:00...
Same place.

You got it.

I'll be there.

Okay.

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 a...

Too many?

Too many.

Anyway, Cheryl called.

They're arraigning
Vincent Walker next week.

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?

If Edgar Weller said anything
bad about Lexamide 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 onto him.

But, why did he go after you?

'Cause I had seen him
snooping around
Hart's office.

It was just a matter of time

before we'd put it all together.

Oh.

I see somebody I owe

a pretty big apology to.

Excuse me.

Steve.

This came for you.

Oh, who's it from?

I didn't open the card.

Mm-hmm.

"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.

Ashley Wellers."

Save me the chocolates.

Mark:
You should think
about getting

a private duty nurse.

Dad...

She seemed like a lovely person.

On the inside.

I'm sure she is,
but I'm fine, thanks.

Well, you know, just till you're
completely on your feet again.

Pistachios?