Will and some other cop (who I think might be Carlyle from last week) go into a drugstore so that the other guy can get some Charleston Chews, whatever they are. No need to write me about it. I'm sure it's some kind of junk food. Will reads a tabloid magazine: "Wow Bigfoot had a kid. We'll have to send a card." Some young woman with a Russian accent (according to the closed captioning) is arguing with the pharmacist, trying to get him to fill some prescription he already filled twice last week. He won't do it, and tells her to get lost or he'll call the cops. She gives him a snotty look and leaves. Will overhears all this and, showing the pharmacist his badge, asks what the deal is. The pharmacist says these girls from Russia or someplace come in daily, trying to scam him. Will wonders if the prescriptions are phony; the pharmacist says they're real, but they're trying to get more than the doctor prescribed. The drug is misoprostol, which is an ulcer medication. Will: "You can get high on ulcer medication?" That might explain James Joyce. Will cracks, "No wonder my grandfather was always smiling." The pharmacist says, "It can induce miscarriage. It's an off-label use. Without a doctor's supervision, it's pretty risky." They glance at the girl, who's still in the store, picking through candy or something. Will: "Do-it-yourself abortion. And it's not just her?" The pharmacist confirms this. The other cop (maybe I'll just call him Chewy) walks up with a big paper bag and a chocolate bar, doing his own little commercial for the product. He notices Will's not really listening; he's watching the girl go outside and be rebuked by some older guy in a leather coat. Chewy: "We got trouble?" Will, in Lenny Briscoe mode: "Why should today be any different?" Chung! Chung!
AP Chem. Luke is telling Glynis something inaudible, but it sounds like it has to do with M-Brane theory.