Painkiller

Grab them.

Get out.

Just shut up.

Jake Kelley?

Huh?

Easy question.

You Jake Kelley?

Yeah.

Are you the CEO of Adzix Chemicals?

Yeah.

Who the hell are you?

Your conscience.

Okay, Maya, you can pick up your prescription

at your local pharmacy.

Okay.

Now I want you to take two tablets

twice a day for five days.

That's gonna reduce the inflammation,

but you have to finish the entire course.

I will.

Okay, now I'm gonna ask Helen to schedule

a follow-up appointment for us two weeks from today, okay?

Great, thanks for your help, Doctor.

That's why we're here.

Helen, I'm sending Miss Rubarber out.

I want you to schedule a follow-up appointment

for us in two weeks.

Who else is out there with you?

Penny Chambers. I can have her wait if you'd like to.

No, that's all right. Send her in.

Shut the door.

What the hell do you want?

Good afternoon to you too.

I want the usual.

I want you to make me feel better, Doc.

You are still a medical professional, right?

Or have you finally crossed over and become one of us?

Sweetheart... if I provided the whole world

with Murder Eight and Captain Cody,

I still wouldn't be trash like you.

Come on now.

I was just tickling your funny bone.

Am I laughing?

Your material sucks.

Well, don't disparage my sucking skills, Doc.

It's 10,000 hours of practice.

Oh dammit.

Sorry to bother you, Doctor,

but you know that Lisa's here to see you.

Give me a minute.

All right, get up.

What the hell?

You're leaving.

Why?

Just hit the road.

My silence is gonna cost you.

Now get the hell outta there.

And next time, don't dress like a slut.

Then don't make me behave like one, Doc.

Excuse me. Didn't know he was with a patient.

Hello, baby.

Thank you, and thank you for tuning

in to the internet radio show that really gives a shit

about what's going on out there, in our neighborhoods

and all across the pill-plagued USA.

We're in trouble, folks.

Our communities are being decimated by a plague

of drug abuse and dependence, so we come together

here on the worldwide web,

as a community, as a family.

We share our pain and our heartbreak,

but to tell our stories.

Stories of a cancer that's killing and maiming our children.

War.

We're at war.

War with an insidious enemy that's making billions

and destroying millions of innocent lives.

Pick up that phone and share your care.

1-777-555-CRISIS,

1-777-555-2747.

Lori from Lutz is on the line.

She has a story to tell.

Talk to me, Lori.

Hi, Bill, how are you?

I could be better, Lori.

We could be better.

These corporate scumbags are destroying

the future of our children.

What's your story?

My son died last year just as he

was about to graduate from college.

These kids can get pills so easily.

He wasn't an addict.

He was graduating with a 4.0 from the University of Tampa.

One night, he was drinking with his friends

and they were taking these painkillers.

My son passed out and they said he threw up

while he was on his back.

No one saw him, and he suffocated.

And I miss him so much.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, now none of that I'm sorry stuff allowed here.

You got nothing to be sorry about.

It's the monsters who are pushing this poison.

They're the ones who oughta be sorry.

Will be sorry.

You got any idea where the kids were getting the stuff?

We don't know for sure.

One of his friends said there was a younger student

whose brother was a dealer.

Police ever follow up on that lead?

We never heard anything.

That's typical.

The problem's too big for any local

police department anyway.

Thanks for calling in, Lori. It's gonna get better.

Last year was a great year.

This year's better.

Considering we only spent two million lobbying,

the ROI is insane.

You know, I keep hearing they're going after doctors next.

They are.

And they'll throw a few to the wolves.

Optics matter.

Don't worry, Sport.

You're not in danger. You're too damn white.

What's the situation with your ex-partner?

We need him to sign off.

I'm working on it.

Work harder.

If there's one thing I've always lacked, it's patience.

Go away. We aint buying.

Why do you assume I'm selling?

Can you believe that the captain

made us go to that dirtbag's funeral?

Why'd he do that?

Kelly wrote a check for the mayor's reelection.

He said the department should pay its respects.

Did you catch the show last night?

It's so sad.

So?

You got anything on it?

I'll see what I can do.

What's with the face?

Do I know you, brother?

Doesn't matter.

I know you.