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Yeah. I'm just a few drinks

short of oblivion.

Well, I-- Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll meet you there.

Hey, pal, the lady and I are trying

to set a new record.

Set it yourself.

The lady's going home.

Mother missed you tonight.

She's a tad freaked out.

''Freaked out''?

That makes two of us.

Oh!Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Come on, dear.

We're going home.

Professor Cornell?

- Uh, Miss--

- Fuller.

Sydney Fuller. Yeah.

God, isn't it awful

about Nick Lang? What a shock.

- Yeah, just one of many.

- Yeah, I know. It's just terrible.

Something I can do for you?

Will you have a drink with me?

Okay.

- Oh, a martini.

- Mm-hmm.

- First one?

- Too much

And not enough

What? Okay, I give up.

Where did the female reindeer go?

Oh, God, Eddie.

You have hit rock bottom

on that one...

but I still love you.

Okay, I gotta go.

I'll see you next week. Bye.

- Where did the female reindeer go?

- Oh, you don't want to know.

- Oh, my God. Am I where I think I am?

- Freshman girls' dorm?

- Does this get worse? What happened?

- Don't you remember?

- You were amazing!

- Oh, no!

- Can't handle praise?

- Oh! I can't handle prison.

- I'm over 1 8.

- Oh! The mere fact

that you have to mention that...

means that I'd better get dressed

and haul my ass out of--

I was amazing fully dressed?

Guess I had you going there, huh?

Yeah. Uh, now, wait a minute.

I seem to remember a lot of drinks,

a lot of bars. Uh, a pass being made?

Yeah, I made the pass.

Yeah. Incomplete.

You were very gracious

about turning me down.

You said I was pretty, you said I was

smart, and then you said something...

about rules and ethics,

professors and coeds.

And then something about

alcohol impeding performance...

all the while trying

to make a graceful exit.

- Yeah, but I-I didn't exit.

- No. You passed out.

- Yeah.

- Diet Sprite?

Thank you.

This boyfriend of yours, um--

jealous type?

- Huh?

- The phone.

Oh, no, that's my brother, Eddie.

- He called with his annual

Christmas joke.

- Hey, Syd.

- Syd, want to hit the gym?

- Barb, don't you knock?

- Guess you've already exercised.

- Sorry.

Listen, this room is strategically

located right next to the fiire stairs.

So you can let yourself out whenever.

I have Intro to Trig

across the quad in fiive.

- Anyway, so it was fun, Professor.

- Dex.

Dex.

Okay, I guess

I'll see you in class then, Dex.

- Barb! I don't believe you!

- Well, how was I supposed to know?

I'm trapped in a girls' dormitory

with creatures called Barb.

Gail?

Hi, Dex.

Hi.

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

- Elaine gave me some pills.

- Uh-huh.

Look, Gail, I-I--

I'm a little off-balance right now...

but I am sorry.

Dex, I'm so sorry

for the way you found out.

There was nothing vindictive in it.

I never told anybody.

I guess I was just

a little embarrassed.

- He was so young.

- Yeah.

I didn't find out till later

that he was one of your students.

Boy, some shrink would have

a fiield day with this one, huh?

He reminded me so much

of you at that age.

Remember?

What, you-you mean the little place

we used to have off campus?

- Yeah.

- I tried to write, and you tried to

make Spam taste even more delicious.

You did write.

- You were full of passion and purpose.

- What, you mean like Nick Lang?

- That wasn't love, Dex.

- Yeah.

He just made me feel like

I haven't felt in such a long time.

- Dex, there was no reason--

- Look, Gail. Gail.

- I'm coming over there, Gail.

- That's not a good idea, Dex.

Listen.

Uh, come by tonight.

I'll go out for a bit.

It'll be easier.

You've got to sign those papers.

And you left your briefcase here.

I'll leave it by the tree, okay?

I don't think you should be

alone right now, Gail.

Please. Please don't come over.

I love you.

I know, Dex.

I know.

This is no hangover.

- Dex!

- Sir, may I help you?

Are you all right?

- What's taking so long?

- We just got this back.

- Oh, great. Let me see.

- Take a look at this.

It's very strange.

It's radium chloride.

- Are you absolutely sure about this?

- Yes. Positive.

Toxicology ran through these twice

and confiirmed the results.

Sorry you had to wait so long.

I'm feeling a lot better.

What's up, Doc?

Sit down, Dex, please.

- What's that?

- It's a sample.

You're not gonna make me

drink that, are you?

No, Dex. You already did.

- We, uh, ran the test twice.

- Well, what is that?

It's a toxic luminous solution,

and it's in your system.

- What, from eating too much tuna fiish?

- It's poison, Dex.

Oh, bullshit, Elaine. I had too much

to drink, and I feel like sh*t.

- I come over here

to see my doctor, and--

- Dex.

It's been in your body

for at least 1 2 hours.

We found toxic traces. Our

chief resident reviewed the results.

- Well, how did it get in there?

- The alcohol content in your body...

suggests you got it in some liquor.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna give me

a stomach pump or something or what?

- What?

- Well, you got an antidote for it?

This will help you.

Thank God I came to see you, Elaine.

I thought I had the flu.

There's not gonna be any, uh,

permanent damage from this, is there?

- I've given you some sodium Amytal...

- Yeah?

to help relax you.

Dex.

This poison has been absorbed

into your system.

Even if there were an antidote,

it's too late for it.

''Too late'' meaning what?

There's nothing we can do.

- How long?

- It depends.

- How much was ingested, the systemic

conditions of the individual--

- How long?

Twenty-four hours.

No more than forty-eight.

It's a mistake.

It's a f***ing stupid mistake.

I wish it were.

I need a drink.

Of course.

I've arranged a room for you here.

You'll be comfortable.

I guess the police should be notifiied.

Sh*t. Come on.

Come on!

Gail!

Gail!

Gail!

Gail! Gail!

Gail!

Gail! G--

Gail!

Look, I gave him a sedative.

That's why he passed out.

- I see. We'll call you if we need you.

- Thanks a lot.

Found this in your wife's hand.

We're guessing the rest of it's

this pile of ash here.

A little too hot

to be roasting chestnuts.

Here.

Come on, Cornell. You and the wife had

a tiff about the boyfriend yesterday.

Right?

- You found some love letters,

tried to burn 'em.

- Wrong.

- She tried to stop you,

only saved this much.

- Wrong.

- Things escalated,

got a little out of hand.

- Nothing got out of hand.

- Oh, you're just

deckin' the halls, huh?

- I told you why I came here--

- to talk to my wife.

- Yeah? Tell her what?

- That I'd been a bastard.

- Tell her or show her?

To apologize to her.

- And to say good-bye.

- You gave her a hell of a send-off.

Is that the best your prosaic,

petty little mind can come up with?

It's a prosaic,

petty little world, Cornell.

Yeah, well, if I'd wanted to lop off

one corner of a jealous triangle...

- it would have been

Nick Lang, not Gail.

- Good.

- That was the next question.

- That's why we're here--

to question your wife

about Lang's death.

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