The toxicology technician tells Wallace that two antidepressants were waging the drug war inside Catherine's bloodstream. Taken in tandem, they turn even the most sane of people -- like, say, Ross Perot -- into a raving lunatic -- like, say, Anne Heche. "Anyone on antidepressants should know that," the technician says. The so-called seratonin syndrome makes the victim confused and feverish. Add that to the red wine Catherine was drinking, and heart attack was an imminent reality. "She was a goner that night no matter what," the tech says. Wallace doesn't believe Catherine would try to "off herself" at a party and then decide that getting hit by a bus would be quicker. Since Hobbs already said Catherine wasn't medicating herself, then Wallace has an inkling that foul play was afoot. Although, all play with Wallace is foul, so I suppose there's no reason this should be an exception.
It's quite a relief at this point that Wallace's Pulitzer Prize is not a primary character, as it was last week.
Nikki Masucci chases Brooke through the newsroom asking about the cover story. Brooke lies that it's almost done. Nikki uses this time to get in one last dig about blending business with booty calls. Based on the promos for next week, she should be giving that speech in a mirror, but -- I'm ahead of myself. Bebe isn't ready for the spotlight yet. She's too much of a novice. Anyway, Brooke sasses, "Anything else, Sister Mary Masucci?" As Brooke boards the elevator, Nikki calls after her, "Bang half the Yankees if you want to, I don't care. Just not if you're a Sports editor." The doors close just as Wallace appears and asks Nikki if she's seen "Brookie." Nikki says that Brookie left acting huffy, Wally thinks it was his folly but Nikki says nooky jokes made Brookie cranky. Long Duck Dong pops in and shouts, "No more yanky my wanky," but it's too late -- the sentence rhythm has already been broken.