BEACHAM TRIAL

Dr. Zarovich: "I saw Mr. Beacham for a short time about three years ago. He came to me suffering from nervousness and related insomnia."
Lionel: "But not depression, or like a family tragedy or anything."
Dr. Zarovich: "He'd been laid off so he was antsy, but no. Not clinically depressed. I prescribed an SSRI strictly for anxiety and sleep regulation."
Lionel: "And it was called Elvatyl?"

(The ratfucking drug! It is back! That shit was like the key to all of Season Two! I love this show!)

Dr. Zarovich: "At the time, Elvatyl seemed to have the best response rate for insomnia and related anxiety."
Lionel: "Wait, so you're no longer prescribing it?"
Dr. Zarovich: "Other drugs have proven more effective."
Lionel: "And what about Elvatyl's known side effects?"
Dr. Zarovich: "The science on that is unclear..."
Lionel: "Really? Because Mr. Gardner here won a lawsuit on just those..."
(Objection.)
Lionel: "Am I wrong? Didn't you win that pharma case by attacking Elvatyl's suicidal side effects?"
(Objection. Also, though, really they won because Blake Calamar practically killed the opposition's creepster expert witness and tried to pin it on Kalinda, if I remember correctly.)
Lionel: "Mr. Beacham taking a drug that could alter his brain chemistry is perfectly relevant. In fact, there was a study on Elvatyl's side effects at, uh, let me see... Harvard Medical School..."

And thus overruled, obviously. Lionel produces the study for him to drool over, and while he's Golluming out about the real live Harvard Medical School Study, takes his chance and jumps out into the abyss: Basically, if that drug intensifies some depression to levels of suicidal ideation, then maybe Tyler Beacham committed suicide by cop. Even the judge is grossed out by that, once it registers; the jurors flood the bailiff with a million new Rule 243 questions.

SHARMAPARTMENT

Nick's sitting in the chair, facing the door with a gun, when Kalinda comes home. She sighs, walks right past him to the bathroom, and shuts the door. Once again petulant and boyish, he lurks outside the bathroom for a while before punching her vanity mirror, so that when she opens the door, eyes rolling, he's bleeding all over the place. It's quite a performance. She immediately pushes him onto the bed and starts tending his wounds.