excuse me!
Marjorie,
this is so bizarre.
I know. I must have been
too powerful for him.
He had himself a heart attack!
While you were...
After!
I think it was after.
I hope it was after.
Howie, is that you?
No.
Iris. And Harry.
Just checking in.
You two shouldn't be in here.
This is highly irregular.
Calm down, Plotner.
Just going to make sure
our brother is in good hands.
Yeah, but you shouldn't
be in here. It's unethical.
The chest cavity appears to be
within normal limits.
Do you want to do this?
This is a funny thing.
Must be one
of those pills he took.
There's a whole clump of them
in his esophagus.
They didn't get digested.
None of these got digested.
What are you doing?
Get out of there!
Look at this.
Looks like an eraser.
From a pencil.
It's an eraser from a pencil.
Your brother was a weird guy.
Plotner, you got a second?
David.
Oh. Harry.
Yeah.
Take a look at this.
I don't understand it.
Charles was
an excellent doctor.
Why would he
try and kill himself...
with a thousand milligrams
of stool softener?
He tried to kill himself
with a laxative?
That and 800 milligrams...
of a nonsteroidal
anti-inflammatory.
That's for menstrual cramps.
I know.
Antihistamines,
aspirins, muscle relaxants...
vitamin tablets...
all in small dosages.
I don't get it.
Your brother...
wasn't he doing immunization
work in South America?
Yes.
He was brilliant.
Then he would have had access
to some very lethal medications.
I know. So why would he
take that stuff?
It's like he raided
somebody's medicine chest.
You might as well know.
I don't think that Charles
committed suicide.
What?
Harry, why do you say that?
For one thing, there was
scar tissue on the heart.
That usually indicates
a heart attack.
Heart attack.
Also, there were some signs
of sexual activity.
What about the suicide note?
That's the only thing
I can't understand...
because the lab reports
came back...
and the drugs that Charles took
are all highly suspect.
What's wrong
with the drugs he took?
Can't they kill you?
They'll give you the runs,
numb your ovaries...
and give you a very relaxed take
on your situation...
but they won't kill you.
I don't see why you have to
turn this into a police case.
Charles is dead.
Why don't you just let it be
and bury the man?
I can't, Marjorie.
I can't bury him...
until I find out
what happened.
Hi, Jeanine.
Hi. How you doing?
Good. Come on in.
I brought you something.
You didn't have to
bring anything.
I made a whole dinner.
No, it's not food.
It's a scavenger.
Take care of
any algae problems.
Where's your tank?
Right over there.
It's a bowl, actually.
A scavenger, huh?
That's great, because sometimes
I get a little algae.
A little?
That's very sweet of you.
This guy's going to have
a good time tonight.
I'm just going
to float him.
Let him get used
to the temperature.
Where's your brother?
I don't know. I don't even know
if he's coming.
But dinner's all ready.
Maybe we should just eat.
Relax.
He's just a little late.
Besides, I like it
when we're alone together.
I wanted you to meet
my brother up front.
Here, sit down.
I didn't want you to think...
that I was keeping
anything from you.
What would you
be keeping from me?
My brother.
What's wrong with him?
Nothing.
It's just that...
sometimes he has a hard time
holding onto a job...
or paying a bill.
I love spaghetti.
It's my specialty.
It's not that
my brother is lazy.
It's just that he isn't...
Isn't as accomplished as you?
That's not it.
Actually, I wish
he was more like you.
Do you know that...
you're the most independent
woman I've ever met...
that liked me back.
I know what it's like...
to be following
in someone's footsteps...
who is always doing
the right thing...
and constantly being judged
by their standards.
Maybe I am judging him
by my standards.
I'm sure your brother
would love to be like you...
but it doesn't