Beyond the Headlines: Catching the Craigslist Killer

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-Hey, Philip.

-Hey, dude.

-What's up? Did you pass that midterm?

-Not really.

-Hey, Philip.

-Hey, what's up, Phil?

Thanks for lunch.

I'm really glad you guys

got to see the new clinic.

Are you kidding?

Think we'd come to Boston

and not see our girl?

We're so proud ofyou.

-Hey, Phil, I need your help on my cadaver.

-Okay.

I've been trying for, like, six hours

to find the posterior thoracic nerve,

and if I don't dig it up soon,

Lenhoff is gonna cut me open.

Yeah, I know. Posterior thoracic is a b*tch.

I need... Janet!

Janet, love, we need you. Come here.

Why don't I like the sound of that?

It's all in the interest of science, dear.

-Trust me?

-Sure.

Put your left hand up. Tom, pay attention.

You just dig behind...

Sorry my hands are cold.

Dig behind the scalenus medius,

then you move aside the brachial plexus,

and then slide down to the serratus anterior.

And there you have it. Posterior thoracic.

You finished, Philip?

Yes. I thank you.

Science thanks you. Tom here thanks you.

I thank you.

All right, you guys. I gotta go study, okay?

-Sure.

-Bye.

Any thoughts on why

we're seeing shortness of breath,

Iethargy and dizziness in a 7-year-old?

Eisenmenger Syndrome.

I mean, that would go with

the pulmonary hypertension.

That's a bit of a leap, Mr. Markoff.

But assuming your hypothesis is correct,

then why are we seeing the low heart rate,

the diminished reflex and a lack of affect?

Perhaps the fact

that a 7-year-old boy is alone

and his parents wouldn't bother to be

with him when he's in the hospital.

Personalizing, Philip?

No, sir.

Here you are, baby.

I had to go all the way to the CVS on

Commonwealth to get you the cherry kind.

It'll be right here waiting for you

when you wake up.

There's a lesson for you all.

Things are not always

what they appear to be,

and even the remarkable Mr. Markoff

isn't perfect.

All right, guys. Next patient.

I only torture you,

because when every

major hospital comes clamoring

for you to do your residency with them,

I want you to realize that this place

recognizes your talent

and is gonna push you to be even better.

Also, l... Well, I kind of like torturing you.

Sorry.

Don't turn around.

What part of "don't turn"

-didn't you understand?

-Sorry.

He is locked in.

I think he's looking at you.

No. He is definitely looking at you.

-I don't think so.

-Damn.

He could not get cuter

if he was holding a teddy bear and a puppy.

-Mr. Markoff?

-Yes?

I need your genius.

He likes you.

Butene... Aromatic?

Cyclooctene...

Antiaromatic.

Aromatics are tough.

Yeah.

I can never figure out

which electrons to put where.

You wanna know a trick?

Don't memorize, diagram.

I'm Philip, by the way. Markoff.

We actually met the other day for a second.

Well, we didn't really meet.

We just kind of bumped.

Yeah.

I'm Megan McAllister.

So, that's cool.

You're helping out at the clinic.

Yeah. And you're going to med school.

That I am.

That's cool, too.

Yeah, I should really be going,

'cause I have to study.

I have this huge test in 17 hours.

Wait. You've got a test tomorrow,

and you are studying?

Yeah. That's what people do.

No, not me.

Okay, so what do you think

I should be doing?

I think you should be cutting loose,

airing out your brain.

Right. Right.

So, when I fail the test tomorrow,

can I write that theory in

at the essay portion

of my medical school applications?

Where you applying?

Here, he asks hopefully?

Probably, but I probably won't get in.

They really would be lucky to have you.

-You don't even know me.

-Oh, my God. That's true.

Wow. Okay. Then come on.

I'll quiz you on the way.

-On the way where?

-729. I got your page number.

On the way to the place I always go

the night before an exam.

You know what? I really have to study,

and I'm not that, you know,

"run away with a guy I've only known

for 30 seconds" type of girl, so...

Okay. Okay.

SUNY, Albany, summa cum laude.

B.U. med school, second year,

top 5% of my class. Not bragging.

I love animals. I don't like birds, though.

I am an unapologetic member

ofthe Young Republicans,

but I also don't really like to talk politics.

Sometimes I work too hard.

And when I was little,

I really hated wearing full-length pants.

Strange, I know.

And in case you haven't noticed,

I really like you.

So, I'll pick you up at 8:00?

I have to change.

Don't do that. Never do that.

I like you just the way you are.

I meant my clothes.

Right. Clothes. All right.

I'll pick you up at 7:30, then.

-Okay.

-All right.

-Okay.

-So the trick to roulette,

or at least my theory is

you gotta feel the numbers.

You've gotta really, really kind of

get in sync with the wheel.

Are you hearing yourself right now?

Yeah, it works. Watch. Here. I'll show you.

Final bets, please.

Place your bets, place your bets.

Is this you hearing or feeling the number?

Okay, I got it. All right, black 22.

-Well, it doesn't always work.

-I don't think that theory works.

Or maybe someone was distracting me.

-So now it's my fault?

-Yes, of course it was your fault.

-Fine. Blame it on me.

-You're a bad person.

Your drinks, sir.

Thank you.

-Oh, my gosh.

-That's a very pink drink.

I have to be good. It's a school night.

All right. Trust me, though.

The rush is gonna be good for you,

it releases the endorphins,

gets your brain working. Cyclopropene.

Aromatic?

There you go.

See? You know this stuff.

You just got to trust yourself. Okay.

-Okay.

-Take these.

-Close your eyes.

-Okay.

And really feel them.

-Feeling them.

-Right.

-Last chance. Final bets.

-I want that one.

-Red seven.

-Yes.

-Oh, my God!

-We got a winner here.

That's insane. Look at that.

-Oh, my God.

-Wow.

I know this is probably way too late,

but you're not dating anyone, right?

Well, I was dating Leonardo DiCaprio,

then he moved to Hollywood

and got all famous, so I dumped him.

-Right.

-Yeah.

So, I think we're good.

-What are you doing for lunch?

-When?

I don't know. The next 50, 60 years?

-Well, I have to check my book, but...

-Okay.

-Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

-What? Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, just wait.

Hi.

Welcome home.

-All right.

-Let's go inside. It's cold.

You're still cold?

Heat.

-You cold?

-Yeah.

Give me your hands.

My mom used to do this

to keep my hands warm when I was little.

This may be the cutest thing ever.

Have you told your parents

we've moved in together yet?

-Philip, I'm...

-Look, it's important to you, okay?

So it's important to me.

-I know. And I'm gonna tell them. I promise.

-Okay.

I just don't wanna deal with the

"You're so young.

You've only known him for six months.

"Are you sure about this?" Blah, blah, blah.

But I promise you, I'm gonna tell them.

Okay.

Hey, I have an idea.

How about we stop unpacking,

order Chinese food and study together?

Well, that sounds nice.

But I got a study group tonight I got to go to.

Microanatomy.

-Boo.

-Right?

And the worst part is,

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